Cthulhu

I am the voice of the God of Madness.
Come ye all men of woe trapped in your ways of being hapless.
Your misdeeds and bad habits
give feed for my stabled night mares, and my pet maggots.

I am the one who listens to the God who doth sleep.
I am the one who must slither, the one who must creep.
I am the wolf dressed as the sheep,
and I am too the voice in your troubled mind that causes you to endlessly weep.

HIS call an echo to all whom his customs do keep.
I am the psycho in your window... I peep.
I am the shadow under the bed, and yet I am the fear keeping you under the sheet.
I am myself, yet I am HE... and we are a fleet.

I do only HIS bidding
for I need HIM the harbinger of our own intellects aperture for HIM all other thoughts I'm omitting.
Throats slitting;
innocent lives end MOST fitting.

Silence for the children!
If you wont abide it does no good to hide aside from your lost soul he's got a million
minions. Yet he can be the only true immortal HE's above your opinions
of right and wrong. HE does not even understand so HE whispers to me to tell you all about a proper villain.

so I embraced the fate this god gave, and now I'm here telling you that HE's awoke, and HE has only just begun.
HE whispers since i was young;
dead unmerciful words that I had to go mad to learn his tongue.
HE wont stop reaching out to me; yet I never wanted to know what i could have done.