Testament of a tortured morphine addict This world of war and violence drives him mad Suicide is what he wants, nothing less Unlikely circumstance interrupts his plans
The ship he was on is taken hold by german sea raiders He escapes with no food or water .Wakes up in a dead, black mire He walks until exhausted, and discovers and endless pit Full of monoliths portraying aquatic demons And from the sea, the beast!
Dagon! The beast of the sea! Arise! Dagon! The beast of the sea!
Inspecting the monoliths was nerve wrenching Men with fish like faces seemed to crowd him in Wet hand on his back, struck by fear he flees Climbing and climbing back to the surface, he sees
A polythemus like being rising from the dark water It strikes him with fear, instanity! It is down below but he is up in the mire of shit He runs away and can only recall a great storm That day!
Dagon! The beast of the sea! Arise! Dagon! The beast of the sea! Sleep! ….
He woke up in the hospital Nothing left of his memories He was told he was found half mad Rescued by a U.S. ship mid ocean He has thoughts in the back of his mind Of the Dagonian beasts and creatures.
Insane! Nooo!
All night long dreams of the creature Tossing and turning hes thought to be mad But he knows what he saw All his drugs worn off (No sedation) He was going to kill himself Until he heard a noise at the door A large wet body lumbering against it
Oh my god, that hand I see The window! The window!
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