The Books of Nyarlathotep

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mythos poem.

Submitted: July 22, 2019

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Submitted: July 22, 2019

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In Egypt, when you steal,

You don't get no meal.

They cut your hands off,

So you can't steal no more.

 

I have an obsession,

With the books of Nei,

I went to His library,

And started to read therein.

 

But then Nyarlathotep came,

"Do you want to go insane?

Do I have to cut your hands too,

To you my books are taboo."

 

He warned me many times,

Even in between the lines.

So I said to Him:

"I'm just borrowing them!"

 

Still He hit me on my hands,

I am like a little child;

So curious and so bright

Knowledge is my second name,

I choose not to go insane!


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