Something i just started today on the train...i think its the start of a long poem...may even use some parts for song lyrics...anyway, here it is for now...
Graveyardian rituals of human waste
Beneath torrents of poisonous pores
With limitless clipping diodes of noise
Swirling from league below
Awakening Cuthulu from dreamscapes beyond
Death riders of doom and woe
Ride stallions of black with unflinching reason
Paid their way for freedom
Souls given a final chance to clear their dirt
Millions will learn their craft and perfect their tools
Only a few chosen will survive
Blurred vision and pointed timbres
Take aim for distance beyond sight
Cuthulu will rise again