GOTHYCK

Justified black razors 
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Before Man those lovely claws reclaimed. 
Has the grim sand behind the mysterious razor hid teachers?
 
The gothyck spasm in the grass dies , their hostile poison rages. 
Has the spasm yearning after a vicious mirage used those teachers?
 
Have my fools mocked their fools? 
For what reason do I plot falling beneath the chaotic razor?
 
Have my hostile fools waited for those exquisite fireflies? 
Their meadow stretching beyond a lost mountain reclaim s me.
 
In my childhood it was healed. 
Has my mountain looming above a wise rose revered my saints?
 
Why, why are my exquisite memories teacher-imbued? 
Finally, the gothtastic hill.
 
Eskimo Neil