opaque, misunderstandings of life

underground not normal or is surface not normal. Born in the pit, the belly of eternal waste was my home of eternal pain sorrow, worry. I learnet to kill, feed, devour, torment play and finaly savour. the existence of mortals was not a thing to be thought of. The elders brought them during festive seasons. Cracking, breaking, shattering their limbs was a favourite game to us as young eternals. We were superior in mind and body. Lest we hae mercy on our food we fail to exist in our element. Our skin needed their blood, our eyes needed theirs, our hands what hands , without them we were imobile. Our existence was unto them, as their survival was a must. Like sheep, cows yes sheep (some creatures i saw in my second journey to the mortal world) we take them as. Love what is love they talk it they experience it, but for less than a breath time aoooooohh i was told we were the only ones that they were dum. Could not see the supernatural. What we see is insanity and sudden death to them. My Other is a monster to them. She eats them whole, has a face that eminates froth of the undicourse dungeon of macath. A gift she at be, her embrace is the burning of an eternal birth. Her cold is better than shakoths heart in time of retrubution............ to br contnd

Kuthulis visions

He could see the abyss when he closed his eyes, the love of yane was gone. The elves were missing his hate was brewing, all he could see was evil. A dead young one is strewn across the bones infested pit. Yaknunu offspring are feeding with their dismembered arms after the ritualistic birth ritual of cutting theem off. TO ENABLE GROWTH AFTER FEEDING ON SEVERAL YOUNG ONES THEY SHALL GROW. The test of purity with the Yaknunu, he always was and is,he is a tribe, a god, a father a principle. Despicable is his face, entrailS cover as his hair, death cloaks as his clothing. Hate spews from his nostrils. Evil is him and inside him. He is worshipped by his offspring, who are gotten by ill repute hate, rape, taken away, stolen from the womb. Of many he has savored. Others he keeps, the irony of it all he thinks he is safe. The Shintall is stiring, yaknunu is just but a toddler in comparison to his evil. A fly in comparison to his hate. He will devour the remnants of yaknunu. Kill his spoils of war or rather terror and begin his reign of such a blasphemous kind has not been heard. The humans are fools medling in the unknown to satisfy their lust for power, not knowing the Devils of isagotha have no allieS. Once lossed, have no servants once served, have no partners once freed. They shall be the first to go. The humans dying in the thousands on every plain. Skulls, bones, sometimes freshly eaten entrail fall fall from the sky. Only to look up and see nothing. For Shintall is not seen in the sky is not felt in the breeze, is no touched by the uneternal. HE IS SENSED BY THE ETERNAL WHICH QUIVERS AND CRIES FROM ITS BELLY INSIDE. Some go insane others go numb awaiting him. FOR THE SOUL IS ETERNAL IT SENSES shintall coming. First the mind, then the body after that the soul. DEATH IS JUST BUT A BEGINNING OF HIS TORMENT. Foolish humans. Foolish humans.


In time thee shall remmember thy words. Regardless of my countenance EVIL was in me but not me............

Y"golonac

Beyond the gulf in a subterranean night a passage leads to a wall of massive bricks, and beyond the wall rises y'golonac to be served by the tattered eyeless figures of the dark. Long has he slept beyond the wall, and those which crawl over the bricks scuttle across his body never knowing it to be y'glonoac; but when his name is spoken or named he comes forth to be worshipped or to feed upon. For those who read of evil and search for its form within their minds call forth evil, and so may y'glonoac return to walk among men and await that time when the earth is cleared off and cuthulhu rises from his tomb among weeds, glaaki thrusts open the crystal trap door, the brood of eihort are born into daylight, shub-nigguratha strides forth to smash the moons lens. Byantis bursts forth from his prison, Daloth tears away ilusion to expose the REALITY CONCEALED BEHIND THE VEIL.......

Ommmm Shanti.