Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

and initiating an Apocalypse.

– the third this month!

Most other elder gods

just get their kicks

spinning donuts in parking

lots and the roofs

of their cowering cultists.

One bright spot, however

dimly it’s often viewed,

kept following Elmo wherever

he tried to covertly

take a leak. Fortunately

Elmo was soon launched

into orbit, providing continual

appeasement to the gods

via 1,001 sharp spikes

made of gold-plated

titanium, plunged repeatedly into

his skull, resulting in

profound but unnoticeable idiocy.