below the thunders of the upper deep,
(far) far beneath in the abysmal sea,
his ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
about his shadowy sides; above him swell
huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
and far away into the sickly light,
from many a wondrous grot and secret cell
unnumbered and enormous polypi
winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
there hath he lain for ages, and will lie
battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
then once by man and angels to be seen,
in roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun