Month of April, year 2008.

Have nothing particular to say, so here's the nice carol for you all:

Demon Sultan Azathoth
Bubbles in confusion;
Center of the Universe
Sprouting foul protrusions;
Muffled madd'ning beating drums,
Hellish flutes a-playing:
Round him dance the Other Gods -
Voiceless, mindless swaying.

Many-formed Nyarlathotep
Bodes mankind's corruption;
Calls us to our certain doom,
Voice full of seduction;
You can't help but dance behind
Gyrating and turning -
Tears of joy streak down your face
As the world dies burning!

Yog-Sothoth is Gate and Key,
Binding time to matter;
When his gaze falls on the earth
Laws of physics shatter;
Try to chain him with your laws -
Pitiful equations!
Naught but dust and sand shall mark
Your obliteration!

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