Cthulhu's bane

Did Lovecraft have it right no heaven but hell cold and wet and dark Wandering insane not right in the brain hell having left it's mark The slip and the slide unheard and unseen creeping just beyond ken Plausible creaks and blood that will streak every now and then How do we gauge it's existence comprehension just out of reach Letting our own imaginations wander and stumble the peaks Our hair standing up high on the napes of our neck Superstitions of myth and of legend no facts, just fictions too check

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