Solus
EP • 2017
Like Sisyphus, the grand monarch of lies deciever of gods, thus punished Mankind, will always strive to find a greater purpouse Perusing black seas of uncertainties in a fruitless search for knowledge A hopeless struggle to no avail The absurdist, keeps searching all in vain for a meaning he can not ascertain The absurdist, keeps searching but for what All of his efforts were all for naught With an inquisitive mind and a pile of tomes A madenning stare into the void under the light of dying candles In pursuit of knowledge just out of our reach Perusing black seas of uncertainties in a fruitless search for knowledge A hopeless struggle to no avail The absurdist, keeps searching all in vain for a meaning he can not ascertain The absurdist, keeps searching but for what All of his efforts were all for naught
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
I see the threads of timelines coiling through the realms of fate They all intersect like tangled cords Eternity unfolds before my eyes He who weaves the threads of fate scheming through all of eternity Pulling strings that are strewn across his web of casualties that spans the stars Swirling mists of plotting intrigue Like potential choices all in flux A twisted aether corrupted to the core touched by his boundless will Hear the whispers of the true chaotic avatar he is the lord of change He who weaves the threads of fate scheming through all of eternity Pulling strings that are strewn across his web of casualties that spans the stars
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Born in dunwich and meant for a great purpouse spreading fifteen years of terror On his dying bed the father said Find the chant on page seven, five, one N'ga, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-sothoth, Yog-sothoth On the floor at miskatonic university The more human twin perished The other ventured through the woods, to climb the hill Proclaimed the chant on the altar N'ga, n'gha'ghaa, bugg-shoggog, y'hah: Yog-sothoth, Yog-sothoth He is the key, he is the gate. Past, present, future, Yog-Sothoth His cries were heard, and answers were given Three arkham men ascended the hill This stygian abomination, will be undone by our spell He is the key, he is the gate. Past, present, future, Yog-Sothoth
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
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