K.C. Tora
It falls from the sky,
Onto the ground.
A lot of commotion,
But no sound.
In that silent,
Little wave
They will run,
Into a cave.
Where they hide,
Where they sleep,
This is the place,
Where I weep.
A gust of Wind,
Sends glass in my eye.
I don't care.
I want to die.
I run out to it.
It gives me his name.
It's Culthalu,
That drove me insane.
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