Without its corruption, nothing can rot and be remade.
It is the wisdom of stars and the patience of aeons.
It is the power to return and master us at any time.
Before it science means nothing,
reason is a faithless servant,
and devouring disregard is our puniest allotment of punishment
as time slows to absorb the madness.
None dare approach it in its indifference,
let alone its wrath.
Before it gods go mad and flee;
none but we fear-raddled mites
upon its immense and glistening form
may approach the abyssal boredom of its majesty.
Hymn to Cthulhu
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