What did you mean?
Was your mind your own?
What was it that you were trying to tell us ?
Sixteen words,
A billion speculations,
Incomprehensible meanings,
Only terrified and shallow attempts to a conclusion.
Who was guiding your hand when you wrote it,
In that shadowy desolation ?















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Nothing is true ! Everything is permitted !
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'Lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
That is not dead, which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die.
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