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i sat enclosed a vapid chapel popping pills to hasten ends
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The Pallid Prince
Upon his throne -
There beyond the noisome, sad gray mere
Lies all the putrid life -
AND THE ANCIENT HOARY SHOGGOTHS SHALL DEVOUR THY SOUL EVEN UNTO THE TENTH TIMES THE TENTH GENERATION!!! SO SHALL IT BE ALWAYS; TIME WITHOUT
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Hurtling ghastly far above
The dark drear view -
The Wind Daemons drove
-toward their goal -
Three days there then, That thing it hungby DeathinanAlley 34 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 30 12:21 PM 2007. In Antedeluvian, Mythos, Dark, Desolation, Other, Sad, Loss, Dirge
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