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This is a poem written by a follower of the Lovecraftian diety Shub-Niggurath, for my D&D setting.
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Even now, as the Library stretches around me, its erections, walls of silent tomes, spiraling laterally about the center, I can feel it �"..
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We’ve taken to calling them, “dust hymns.” It’s like they sing to us, no it's like they sing some divine and pure song to the..
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"Do you suppose," she asked with a glint of the bleeding gashes that tore across the sunset's sky surrounding her irises, "that our children might hav..
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