Azathoth

Quiet horror,
Cosmic mind older than the earth,
A vestige of ancient madness
Seething through the cracks of space,
Amorphous blasphemy bubbling and frothing
In the silence outside darkness,

Immortal chaos, the harbinger of dissolution
Is hungry.
His existence trembles with lust and death.

Entropy fills his belly
And he vomits forth the end.
Madness and violence fill the universe
And the end times are finally upon us.

After all is settled and done,
Azathoth sated and the crawling chaos abated,
Silence reigns again
And the circle begins anew.