H. P. Lovecraft Quotes

Madness rides the star-wind... claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses... dripping death astride a bacchanale of bats from nigh-black ruins of buried temples of Belial...
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft

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