The Unspeakable One

Hastur was with me,
Outside I couldn't see.
In the sanitarium with him;
In a room I had to live
And food came towards me.

But the food was not for me,
It was for Hastur, not touching;
'Cause He wanted to satisfy me.

Not rescuing me this time,
I had to write this rhyme.
We lived there in the asylum
It was were He came to me!



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The Unspeakable One

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