Month of August, year 2013.

Core content intact.

Let's sing one last time:

Some old press clippings, my uncle's notes, a bas-relief made of clay -
The horrors that these convey have given me much dismay:
I think I'm starting to go insane -
Strange nightmare images haunt my brain...

I'm dreaming of a dead city
Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night;
Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping -
Until the time when they are right!

I'm dreaming of a dead city
With angles Euclid wouldn't know,
That was built strange eons ago,
And will soon come up from down below!

I'm dreaming of a dead city
Where Deep Ones swim in depths of night;
Where Cthulhu's sleeping while stars go creeping -
Until the time when they are right!

I'm dreaming of a dark future
Ruled by that Three-Lobed Burning Eye;
When the Old Ones' coming is nigh,
And you find that death itself may die!..

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Everything "Genus" posted to date.
Customary rant.