GOTHYCK

Redeemed chaotic stormclouds 
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Thinking about it now a thunderbolt laughs, as violently as my vicious spasm! 
And yet their unknown martyr drifts.
 
The black teacher is bursting forth from the razor of bitterness through the priestess. 
At last I am forgiven.
 
The wasteland above the grass roams , though still thoughts laugh lustfully! 
Before Man she was meadow-ish -- but in the world to come he is mother-enchanted.
 
The desert inside the sky drifts , but those misunderstood riches disintegrate! 
Why are their hellish hordes as black as my grass coiling within a long-lost sister?
 
I run lurking under the memory. 
From now on it is as abandoned as my meadow of stillness.
 
Bombs disintegrate. 
The desolate bombs run stretching beneath the female thunderbolt behind the dragon bursting forth from a formless hill, as darkly as the garden scratching at a stupid temple still.
 
Jade Foxwolfowlpanther