Shub Niggurath
In shadows primeval
linger traces of 
the children.
Strangely
their voices hang
in these shadows
waiting so impatiently
for the sensitive
who once they've heard 
these bits of chaos 
seek the mother. 
Always she waits
taking their strength
from these little sacrifices 
she brings 
the new generations
-- all hail the mother.

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