A Conversation With Cthulhu About Ethics

Shivers light the room on a cold evening
Sundays were meant for god
But we're alone in a basement, screaming for a force of nature

The ground shivers as he lets out his last breath
No one to save us now
We've enraged the highest power
That we didn't even know about

Bright red reflects off every surface
Cries of agony emerge from crimson eyes
Cold water crawls under the door
And we await our ultimate demise

We never meant to die this way
We're all allergic to
This higher form of telepathy
I take a look across my room
My final resting place, my last ounce of content

"Not now, not now" is all we can think about
But somehow, our screams feel void against the noise
All the shouts, and the cold rumble of the rain



Credits
Writer(s): William Valdivia
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