cthulhu idol I

the unnamable (albeit metaphorical) things that repose in the deepest wells and oubliettes of unseen being speak volumes to me. they have given me visions of the end of days and they have prophesied my role therein. they have striven to give me a code to follow their will by. i once was foolish and misheard their words. they spoke to me of might and disharmony. i, in my juvenility, mistook that as a rallying cry for chaos. then i learned that there is no hope for humanity in chaos. children play at chaos. they will always only ever be children until they deign to stop. at that time, their world will crumble and the truth will ravage their minds.

proprætorian IXa
8 1/2 x 11, ink on paper

all artwork on this site is copyright © 1997-2011 atelier proprætoria

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