I stepped a foot inside the pyramid
But as I did so, a foot stepped in me
Etching in parallel realities
And my DNA was never the same
His name had been 'Sath-Ban-Shrua', my dear
And the noise of gaseous television
Did do play on and on behind him so
And to the floor beneath me, she was cute
I wanted to get between her fingers
Run my mouth between her, grazing her hair
The gods and goddesses are all shitting
In their porcelain toilets, they cackle
Looking back at me like I did the wrong!
Oh, come now, Yeheth, fuck you and your song!
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horor(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
