Topic: Daily Cthulhu Cultist Reading
+Antikhristos !M6R0eWkIpk — 12.5 years ago #33,392
The Verdant AscensionPurity of black gateways flowing green, effulgent, tendrils of ecstasy, stretching out, forcing through.
Carved in bone and recorded in blood.
My flesh is a vessel for Their ichor, the Ancient Ones. Yet it is contains all that I will, all that I am.
Darkness be praised! It surrounds us, exists between all dimensions.
Darkness be praised! Darkness be praised!
The seekers hear your hungry ululation. It blots out the useless nonsense. Transforms doors into keys. In His many temples, we meditate upon the hideous, viridescent contours of infinity. Written upon the walls, such grotesque depictions, resplendent glee in killing the world, such murderous joy, slaying and fucking, mocking the hypocrisy of the human spirit, the exquisite flavor of human flesh...
From the stars, They liberated us. Mixing substances that are older than time and space, lightless alchemy. A universe unwritten. For this blasphemy, the Old Ones were punished. Tenebrous streams flow like rivers of void. Evil is our father. We are the masters now. The fluid nature deep within can be Awoken by Their foul tentacles. The way has been shown!
Ahraev’Nuszeth’Kaiul, I call upon you. Here my cries of pain and woe. In the moonless nights, your servants gather to release their lusts and make of reality what they will. In your name, Cultists abort all that is weakness. Singularity, come unto those who worship you... Ahraev’Nuszeth’Kaiul.
Hastur, who rules Carcosa behind His yellow mask.
Horrible delights fall from the sky like rain as Nyarlathotep erects his crimson tentacle into the sky.
Yog-Sothoth attends to the void, gazes into and from without that stygian abyss.
Dread Cthulhu is the keeper of the emerald flame. Go to Him, all those who seek...
Tsathoggua from His cavernous grotto of luminous fungi, guarding the seven doors to Saturn.
Azathoth would have eyes that frighten if He indeed had eyes, but there is nothing to see and no way for such a demon to be recognized.
Shub-Niggurath herds Her young, allowing for black forces to fuel one’s lust. The woods are Her domain, let the magician lose himself in her forbidden folds.
I am the key.
Me, not me.
I am I.
Am that am.
Never to be.
All that is.
Infinity.
He that wears no mask is God already, waiting to be born. Pleasure silences the suffering that is life, so we take pleasure where and when we are able.
We must Awaken the sleeper who dreams beyond the emerald waves. He must be continually visited with conscious energy. Every day He slumbers, every Night we must rouse our Lord.
To bathe thy sword with enemy blood. Carnage is the new commerce. Death, the new life. Money, the ignorant branch which holds the heavy ape. All who oppose us shall become our food. We drink of their suffering.
Beneath the flesh, there is Ahraev’Nuszeth’Kaiul. Hail the Formless Black Essence!
So it shall be by the glistening tentacles that annihilate our own human frailty. The soul watches with one eye open!
+Morbid !vbsvhaneDY — 12.5 years ago, 33 minutes later[T] [B] #383,235
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+Hitlerputsch !saAqdaazn2 — 12.5 years ago, 1 minute later, 34 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #383,238
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