Bequeathed From The Lips of Evodg'thuh

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For we are born of the puddle, for we are of the puddle, for we are the eternal puddle, and for we sanctioned our spillage of blood, for the glory of the ceaseless maw, and the celestial tendrils of Aralath, and who are we even to dare to challenge HIS jurisdiction?

We shall sing for salutations, worships, and prayers upon the depths of Yahm'aiorrag, for judgment has been brought upon these corrupt infidels, as we are the disciples of the depths, the luminous glow of ire, and the ceaseless discharge of Karalash-Shoggoth. So hearken my words, brothers and sisters, hearken to the bringer of good news, and arise!All Rights Reserved

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