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Acrid scents arise from the foliage, blackest death
From my window I gasp in awe as I gaze at them

Under the blood green moon, discoloured, vile
They assimilate into my nightmares
Oh and as they slither across my mind
they plant their seeds for our worlds domination

The end is near, a trail of mucus laced with fear
has slimed across the earth, heralding his rebirth
The lord of plagues, this puss we spew has paved the way
for the second coming of the one true Pod

Hell hath no fury like a mollusk scorned, you've been warned
Their jaws, shall open wide and devour this world, heed these words

From the pits of Kak he rises and consumes
The virgin's blood; upon the altar of shrooms

Vociferus one, infernal god
whose giant foot blackens the sun

Into the black pools of the Ick, his supplicants descend
To be born again, knowing life without end

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