He Sleeps, He Dreams

He sleeps
Within his domain
Waiting to return
He sleeps
Dreaming insanely
Calling to his children
He dreams
Nothing that breathes
Is allowed to escape
His grasp
Walls of stone
Built by drones
Humans in form
But mindless
R'lyeh stands
The smell is rancid
The dead bodies float
Washing upon the sands
 Of the island of horror
R'lyeh
Home to Great one
Great Cthulhu sleeps
But he plans
He will return
And then his enemies
Will scream
Will flee
Will burn
Painfully


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