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he corpse city, built in measureless aeons,

by loathsome shapes seeped down from dark stars.

Tomb of a Godlike being comprised of vast angles, non-Euclidean architecture

full of alien geometry near the point of inaccessibility

A horrific beauty to beheld, acute angles running obtuse.

Mathematically impossible structures standing at the bottom of the Pacific for time immemorial.

This ancient and hidden wonder lies dormant for centuries at a time.

Betwixed the lunar and polar alignment R’lyeh shall rise again

The lost city rises, R’lyeh at dawn.

The eldritch tomb of Imprisonment, made of cyclopean stones, created of curved space time.

The tyrant sleeps within, dead but dreaming still, not awake not asleep. giving birth to the Nexus,

where time dilates, R’lyeh at dawn