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Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. Islands of ignorance... We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian fucks) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind fucking and killing in mirth. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones Their titanic masses tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life. Under the rule of the Great Old Ones From Letras Mania