In the depths of cosmic dread, where darkness roams, There lies a deity, Azathoth, on his madly throne. A chaos reigns within his formless being, A monstrous lord, unseen and all-seeing.

In the void of non-existence, he dwells, A nightmare incarnate, where sanity quells. His realm devoid of reason, of light and hope, Azathoth's realm, where all boundaries elope.

From the depths of chaos, his flutes do play, An eerie symphony, driving minds astray. The cacophony of madness, an eldritch sound, Luring unsuspecting souls, forever bound.

In the blind dance of cosmic entities, Azathoth's court indulges in frenzied ceremonies. Their grotesque forms writhe and contort, As they worship the deity, their sanity to distort.

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Eyes that hold the secrets of the universe, Gaze upon Azathoth, eternally immersed. For within his maddening presence, one finds, The shattered fragments of forgotten minds.

His gibbering courtiers, the formless and obscene, Whisper tales of terror, their minds unclean. They dance in ecstasy, in perpetual delight, As Azathoth devours reality, day and night.

In the heart of chaos, he devours all dreams, Unraveling sanity's fabric, tearing at the seams. He is the ruler of chaos, the end and the start, Azathoth, the blind idiot god, eternally apart.

Beware, mortal souls, lest you venture near, The cosmic nightmare, the harbinger of fear. For in the presence of Azathoth's dark might, Your mind shall crumble, consumed by endless night.