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Black Dragon
with masks Bob Basset
your daddy
This Digital Prints item is sold by TopDarkArt. Ships from United States. Listed on Apr 18, 2025
Societas Draconica
ẖnmw / father of gods
Stoned by the sea
Long before that fateful dawn
The old fisherman went to sea
Hoped to feed his daughter and son
He didn't expect what he would see
Hellish monster rose behind the boat
The fisherman had nowhere to hide
Smoke was pouring from the ugly throat
The poor man was lost in the tide
Stoned by the sea
You’ll never be free
Smokey ugly priest
Stoned by the beast
The smoke is heavy like a thick fog
Dispersed as quickly as it appeared
Leaving him alone with endless sea of bog
And the darkest thoughts could not be cleared
Red slits of eyes stared into the void
Dry toothless mouth made no sound at all
Tanned old body froze like destroyed
Until the sunset woke up his vicious soul
Black Jesus
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✸ Cult of Azathoth ✸
That cult would never die till the stars came right again, and the secret priests would take great Cthulhu from His tomb to revive His subjects and resume His rule of earth. The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. Meanwhile the cult, by appropriate rites, must keep alive the memory of those ancient ways and shadow forth the prophecy of their return. — Howard Phillips Lovecraft
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