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CANCÜSIS
N'gai. . . pæt'un-rai. . .
I can't fully recall. . .
but I. . . I must tell my tale. . .
I remember going mad after hearing a chant in that strange language that I did not know. I must definitely never heard of it; and yet, strangely, I understood every word they sang.
I was in a cult that I did not like—it was mere and mad rumors of which bore me there;—and yet I learn'd only few things of the gods of Dream and of Earth. The Devil bore me now, and I pray earnestly to the Earth's Gods that the wretch of a daemon would leave me alone. It was there—I think—on a midnight dreary, and in large, queer, costly crowds of occultist men; and we sang songs in a strange language. Then I began to stare around, and I saw the unblessed cult singing as a bolt of flames suddenly struck at the center of the crowd.
Then two terribly old occultists were caught on fire—three others were suddenly swept up by an invisible daemon. Twice had I wept, and I screamed at the priests to save them, but they only laughed and began again their songs. I thought I was next, and then I saw that abhorrent creature shrouded in darkness.
I do not like to tell of the thing; for it was a dark, deathly, desolate abomination with nasty tentacles, tendrils, and had no face at all!
And so I ran— but still I heard the revolting things from the other cultists as they sang—"Bāröon zanaz–––belthöòm zanaz". Stranger still was the fact that I understood the whole couplet, but had never studied of any language of this design. Dumbly dilirious and half-dead, I was sent to the Adbon Sanitarium—and when I told them of the tenebrous gods and that invisible thing, they did not believe me—and when I told them of the monotonous singing cult, they only scoffed at me—yet, when I told them of that stygian language, they told me that thing was very real—the alien tongue—damn'd Cancüsis.
F I N I S
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I can't fully recall. . .
but I. . . I must tell my tale. . .
I remember going mad after hearing a chant in that strange language that I did not know. I must definitely never heard of it; and yet, strangely, I understood every word they sang.
I was in a cult that I did not like—it was mere and mad rumors of which bore me there;—and yet I learn'd only few things of the gods of Dream and of Earth. The Devil bore me now, and I pray earnestly to the Earth's Gods that the wretch of a daemon would leave me alone. It was there—I think—on a midnight dreary, and in large, queer, costly crowds of occultist men; and we sang songs in a strange language. Then I began to stare around, and I saw the unblessed cult singing as a bolt of flames suddenly struck at the center of the crowd.
Then two terribly old occultists were caught on fire—three others were suddenly swept up by an invisible daemon. Twice had I wept, and I screamed at the priests to save them, but they only laughed and began again their songs. I thought I was next, and then I saw that abhorrent creature shrouded in darkness.
I do not like to tell of the thing; for it was a dark, deathly, desolate abomination with nasty tentacles, tendrils, and had no face at all!
And so I ran— but still I heard the revolting things from the other cultists as they sang—"Bāröon zanaz–––belthöòm zanaz". Stranger still was the fact that I understood the whole couplet, but had never studied of any language of this design. Dumbly dilirious and half-dead, I was sent to the Adbon Sanitarium—and when I told them of the tenebrous gods and that invisible thing, they did not believe me—and when I told them of the monotonous singing cult, they only scoffed at me—yet, when I told them of that stygian language, they told me that thing was very real—the alien tongue—damn'd Cancüsis.
F I N I S
© All Rights Reserved
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