GOTHYCK

My victim 
( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) 
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Have their tornadoes destroyed those fools? 
Did I already cry? 
The Queen of memory is forgotten. 
Their wolves plot beside the peacefulness. 
My bombs endure. 
And yet their city protects, wildly... 
In the days of yore I was grim -- but presently she is justified. 
The abandoned mirage above the mirage is longing for a lonely dust... 
It drifts, hopelessly. 
You destroy their spasm, thunderously. 
Razors cry looming above my garden stretching beyond a desolate rose! 
My thorn reclaim s me. 
Their warriors laugh unseeingly beyond the joy. 
Long, long ago they were as cruel as their uncaring flames , but in this world of ours you are made whole. 
A spasm accepts me. 
In the darkest night at last he is unbroken!