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True Necronomicon
No human has ever seen the Necronomicon,
It is very well hidden, from history gone.
The true book is with Azathoth,
On His Black Throne, O Mighty God!
If you would see it it will tear your mind apart,
Its number of pages are infinite...
On them written the Laws of Chaos,
And those who have pledged their lives;
Unto the Grand Work of Restoration,
The Goddess rise in elevation!
O vulgar life be gone!
Old Ones let it be done!
Bring me through that Gate,
Before it's too late...
I want to go home,
I don't want to be alone.
Many of them will perish,
In the Maelstrom of Chaos.
Bound to Nyarlathotep,
And His unwilling bride;
Bound till Eternity...
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True Necronomicon
True Necronomicon
