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What planets hurl around your loathsome girth?

And from them what monstrosities take birth?

And from cesspool pits of malaodorous slime---

like some diseased and quivering discharge

dripped from a lurking alien's sex organ---

what breaks the surface after a long climb

(body of nightmares, and face of a Gorgon)

and on its multiple legs stalks at large;

a soul-less monster that knows nought of prayer

but seeks a victim on which it might prey.

While you, Algol, fierce in your eldritch flame,

pursue (always pursue) the lingual game

that serves the blasphemy on which your nature

thrives, without need of name or nomenclature.

Starward