Rabid Cthulhu fantasists raving
Supplanted from blast’d heath
To the rat heat of yon townships
Upturned fruit crates, Jim Larkin hands
Preaching hatred, lessons of Atlantis
Mankind must learn again, vantage
Heaven, whence men seem menace
The world will be as a Venice.
Men living still weeping
Clinging to poles above water’s lip
Sun eclipsed forever, eye lidded
And I livid, my delivery fitful
Timbers I stride shiver
None I will shriven before
I was from a bored whore driven
I have been all my life abhorred
I wish I had been aborted
What ill fortune saw me here apported
Like a coin from a seer-sewn portal
Calling forward those who shrink back
My crooked finger like a crozier’s crook, nails cracked
You are all cattle, mindless in prattling and dull to action
You are loathsome to your creator, he is now our abactor
His impact will be felt as earth cracking, as flank under lash
His wrathful tankard overtipping
Will raise to Og’s height our Pacific
We like a crashing bridge built badly
Splashing into sea, Plato’s antient fantasy
We will be as marine debris
Seen barely beneath clean hippocrene sweeping ceaseless
We with Atlantean black priests, krakens and eel-girdled pillar cracking
Residing aside soldiers killed valourless at Actium, in subaqueous phase
To sea thence where bade must to reside therewith be remade
Retranslated bay-fit, must gilled befinned swimmers be, waves ere
We came dawn first day, we must dwell again within a longer stay.
R’lyeh where he sleeps coiled, scabrous abomination
His eyes the nations numbering, his tentative slumbering
Tempting succubi alight his thousand-nippled front, a winged flood
Blooddrinkers, foul ugly things phased from unwoven aeons by abeyants
Dismal scripture, impossible stricture mortal cannot abide surviving
Grin rictus, his want away but pointed finger
Millenia lingering beneath frigid fringes
Interned within glacious sarcophagus, at the stomach of a fissure
A fixture, enduring gelid ageless careless
When celsius subtract unto life-impacting standstills
And mirrored freeze the land fills, rilled unto riven Pluto
Dark futures a Hugo winner never dreamed
Hideous creatures abluted from sin-exclusive nebulae
In elusive pink light a ruby pyre-delighted might shed
An Ur-Predator, present since formlessness, abed.
In molten climes, pip born at scorning core
Evil’s corn unscythed, he sighs awake
Death adoring, what eyes report he tears apart
Black-hearted, with ill-health adorned, scarred
His parting wings those of a monstrous bat
Flapping in his foetid bath
His acrid breath a biting acid
He sits the bones of those he massacred
Nothing put before him unelucidated
Mysteries he apart pries, dissecting Bibles into lies
The first infants are buried, waked in leucate chrisom
He chains them where white Christ is uninvited
They will be fed into his undersea tophet, open-coffined
So write his locked-up lunatic prophets.
Alchemisland 
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