Cthulhu did weep
At the gruesome death of his son
A blind midget slaughtered
This tentacled crackon
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Author:
never be (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote a song I won't be posting with a friend of mine. It would have been postable if only he hadn't rushed the song to the end, leaving a lackluster middle - where Cthulhu has emotions about his fabricated son's death. The end of the song was a party.
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Comments2
A short that sends a strong message. Well done.
Well, shit, never be...I wasn’t prepared to feel bad for Cthulhu today. 🤣 Great write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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