The Eldritch Cathedral

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We gather round for a grand reunion,

to engage in prohibited communion.


The cathedral of the ancient bloodline reveals its crooked face,

secrets of mind and body defy the human race.

If not for fear, death could not be mourned,

the fragile wills of men must not be scorned.


Ethereal intelligence guides the weak,

ascending souls to apocalyptic peaks.


Fiends of the cathedral punish susceptible minds,

blood of the elder gods ranks divine.

Veins pumping with cosmic plasma,

cerebrums soaked in eldritch miasma.


A legion of worshippers is born,

to see their own shadows adorned.

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