In the Vatican, the Pope Sebastian was having his morning sabbatical,
Before donning his robes, which privately he considered impractical.
A tradition that been passed down to him, he’d been force fed on the shit,
As he put on his stupid hat, he thought it looked like the head of a fish.
A Dagon cult congregates in New York before their Grand Abbott,
To perform the sacred rites and sacrifices of the Black Sabbath.
They chant dark songs, amongst shrieking cats and barking dogs,
An eerie ceremony to channel and summon their Dark god.
Deep in Africa the Dogon tribe prepares for the alignment of Sirius B,
A ceremonious act they’ve enacted for centuries seriously.
Wearing tribal masks that resemble demons of damn and torment,
They begin an age-old dance that choreographs the planets orbit.
Ancient knowledge passed down from ancestors in Cairo, Egypt
Where it was scrawled on papyrus, or etched in the hieroglyphics.
Where they worshipped Isis, and made sacrifices on her birthday,
And it is said and there is evidence found, that she resembled a mermaid.
Now out where the dolphins and dugongs swim, far in the ocean,
A potent a force had been set in motion, an unthinkable notion.
Deep beneath the crashing waves, just east of Honolulu,
A murderous beast stirs in the his sleep, and he’s waking up…
Cthulhu!
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