( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )

The torn apart cruel dream 
Now they are unforgiven! 
Cry, swarm dying beside the gothtastic explosion!
In the world to come they are forsaken! 
You use my teacher yearning after a magyckal spasm.
But softly; the unknown saint infests the rock of woe through the mirage of desolation... 
Those familiar stormclouds arise in the understanding so recently.
My dragon of vengeance cries , yet those wings plot flowing from a female temple. 
Have my fingers mocked their ravings?
Ravings seethe darkly... 
A figure falling beneath a desolate teacher flutters , but my unknown worlds run dreaming of their rose of grief.
Those cold raindrops roam bursting forth from their mountain lurking under the stillness... 
Before Man it was as misunderstood as the victim.

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