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ve in the west wing of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London, England. Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied by an ornate bronze key of unknown origin. The author of the journal remains unidentified, and the artifact was only chanced upon following the museum's partial destruction during the spring of 1941... ...ome into possession of a certain ancient book, a collection of arcane scrawlings reputed to have been derived from an even earlier transcription, allegedly lost during the great fire of 1666. The Chthonic Chronicles! I cannot disclose here the precise and rather unsavoury means by which I acquired this weather-worn tome, but I immediately recognized the veracity of the fevered inscriptions contained within. Apparently derived from an incomplete Latin translation of the original source material, the text sporadically lapses into an indecipherable tongue which the transcription cryptically notes as being Old High Atlantean. Glyphs, sigils, occult pictograms, six score and ten oblations to some malign entity of colossal evil...some diabolical avatar of the Z'xulth. Khthon! I must delve further into the foreboding depths of this great black book... ...Blackened tome of blasphemy, the Chth...horls and verticils of this dark tome... but what lies at the heart of it? A vespertine viper's nest of sublime wickedness! What I discovered within this shadow-haunted volume was a terrifying axiom so inestimably terrible in its magnitude that it would shatter all man's carefully orchestrated views of the cosmos and render utterly redundant previous theories on the origin of humankind. Lore dating from time immemorial; lore surviving in the records of long extinct civilizations, be it inscribed upon parchment now crumbled to dust, etched into the sand-whipped, glyph-scored stone of hoary temples, or committed to verbal traditions long since ingrained into some collective tribal memory. This is no globally common myth cycle, no collection of universally allegor...olytes and cultists of clandestine sects who would see their knowledge safeguarded at all costs. Hildebrandt and the Quorum have treacherously attempted to have me commited to the baleful confines of Grimm's Hold Sanita...orls and verticils, black with baleful spells...lotus-dreams, spawn of the elder fiends, ...Black desire, nighted woe...(This black desire, this nighte...e brooding darkness of the night, now witn...the boiling surface of the young earth, treading the shattered surface of mighty Pangaea beneath their ersatz feet? What fearsome entities were already inestimably ancient when mankind himself was naught but a collection of mindless random atoms, a viscous puddle of gelid protoplasm teeming with the raw materials of life, transient cells of primordial slime, all naught but malleable and tractable clay to be worked at by unimaginable sculptors, immortal star-spanning fiends! What inhuman eyes even now watch the inconsequential toilings of man from afar? The answers to these questions of denied primacy and ...nd their villainous agents of depravity even now ...elations? What dire agents of malignity safeguard such cryptic axioms against the prying intellect of man? I must confesss, oftimes in the brooding darkness of the night, I have sensed their malefic gaze upon me, lurking, inexorably dogging my every step, their existence perceived only as some unnamable sense of fearful unease, and the occaisional glimpse of black shimmering against black in the depths of the teeming shadows... I hear them whispering when the mantle of darkness silences the world, and the sibilant words they utter are not for the minds of men to know. O' how I wish I had left those vile and fathomless depths of cryptical lore wholly and mercifully unplumbed! O', how I long for the assuaging balm of ignorance to once again soothe my ravaged mind! But such pleadings are, of course, ultimately in vain. I must keep my wits about me. Even now the stars align, the celestial spheres moving into the prophesied positions of the great astral conjunction. Am I to be ground to dust between the grand gears of this pitiless cosmic engine of destruction? The di

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Got a head full of fire ...She just bought a black cadillac, well ...Of the one of the two ...Of the three of the four

hood nigga in a lot of different ways...It's the lack of Medicaid and these ...[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad ...Black Child is gutter, it...Black Child is gutter...[Verse 3 - Black Child]...Black Child is Murder, wh...ok at here) federal agents (runnin in)...on cause the leader of this mission is a p

The agents had paid for the black limousine ... Eighteen years of American dream, ... gloves, the county of song, ... The black covered caisson her...g from the sun rays of dawn.

The agents had paid for the black limousine ...Eighteen years of American dream, ... gloves, the county of song, ...The black covered caisson her...g from the sun rays of dawn.

d by secret service agents for two years ... say, he's the lord of underground rap and... bust our only code of communicating with ...u can feel the hand of the dead body ...And sendin black folks in white coat...u can feel the hand of the dead body ..., ping ping I'm the black ...Scared of revolution ...Gotta pair of nuts?

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d by secret service agents for two years ... say, he's the lord of underground rap and... bust our only code of communicating with ...u can feel the hand of the dead body ...And sendin black folks in white coat...u can feel the hand of the dead body ..., ping ping I'm the black ...Scared of revolution ...Gotta pair of nuts?

The agents had paid for the black limousine...Eighteen years of American dream,... gloves, the county of song,...The black covered caisson her...g from the sun rays of dawn.

The agents had paid for the black limousine...Eighteen years of American dream... gloves, the county of song...The black covered caisson her...g from the sun rays of dawn

The agents had paid for the black limousine...Eighteen years of American dream... gloves, the county of song...The black covered caisson her...g from the sun rays of dawn

d by secret service agents for two years ... say, he's the lord of underground rap and... bust our only code of communicating with ...u can feel the hand of the dead body ...And sendin black folks in white coat...u can feel the hand of the dead body ..., ping ping I'm the black ...Scared of revolution ...Gotta pair of nuts?

d by secret service agents for two years ... say, he's the lord of underground rap and... bust our only code of communicating with ...u can feel the hand of the dead body ...And sendin black folks in white coat...u can feel the hand of the dead body ..., ping ping I'm the black ...Scared of revolution ...Gotta pair of nuts?