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The Covenant
BY THOM aka MYXZPTLK
some beyond the outer gate
some creep under the land
some slumber deep beneath the sea
all in the blood of man
you can ask the scorpion man
betwixt the times of dusk and dawn
he can't tell you of the outer gate
but he can speak of the ones that are gone
man possesses the sign and the number
to summon the blood of his sires
man is the key which opens the gate
'tis a man who will set the unholy fires
this is the covenant, man created from kingu of old
this is the covenant, cursed is he to whom the secrets are told
this is the covenant
dread gods in the void whisper
hear the call of cthulhu
he slumbers beneath the ocean waves
his essence is calling to you
dread gods in the void whisper
mad azag-thoth in space
his essence is calling to you
calling to the human race
dread gods in the void whisper
tiamat bellows in rage
her essence is calling to you
a dead voice from a dead age
this is the covenant, man created from the gods of old
this is the covenant, cursed is he to whom the secrets are told
this is the covenant
what is new came from that which is old
what is old shall replace what is new through rebirth
and yet, once again the ancient ones
shall rule upon the face of the earth
this, too, is the covenant
The Wait
BY THOM aka MYX
the sun goes down on another day
as i lay in my room and wait
again i close my eyes and shut out the world
and in the darkness i face my fate
the moon comes up on another night
the clock face sits there and stares
i sit in my room and listen to nothing
and wonder how anyone cares
the sun comes up on another day
this one the same as the last
i sit in my room and look back on the night
and mistakes i've made in the past
i sit in solitude and waste away
hating each breath that i've drawn
knowing the next may not be the last
as it comes, just as the dawn
the sun goes down on another day
and night comes like an old friend
i lay in the twilight, awake and i fear,
terrified that this isn't the end
silence becomes more than i can bear
it brings out the worst of my fears
i sit in the darkness and weep for myself
and try to count unnumbered tears.
The Scarecrow
BY THOM aka MYX
crucified over my field of corn
with buttons for eyes it's hard to see
it's hard to think with a head full of straw
it's hard to enjoy things being nailed to a tee
i'll get you, you bastard
when i get down from here
i'll sew a smile on your face
stretched from ear to ear
blind your eyes and sew them shut
and fill your skull with straw
nail you to a tree where
you can hear the birdies caw
you'd just better hope and pray
that i never get free
you, my friend, are a dead man walking
for what you did to me
the straw, it always itches,
my hat doesn't even fit
what the hell did i do to you
to deserve this kind of shit?
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