How doth the cosmic Azathoth…

How doth the cosmic Azathoth
improve its glist’ning bulk,
and hear mad piping ease its wroth
through each protruding hulk.

How manically it seems to squirm,
how vile its pseudopods,
and welcomes wayward souls in turn
with gently gaping maws.

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