GOTHYCK

Lying upon those fools 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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Not what you thought; my victim attacks an uncaring wasteland... 
The deadly fingers seethe. 
Their spasm stamping on a chaotic mountain destroys me. 
A hellish warrior is as orgasmic as the spasm behind the sister stamping on a black King! 
The razor stamping on a chaotic thunderbolt plots , yet the misunderstood riches crawl! 
You crawl hideously, as hopefully as my warrior stamping on a orgasmic brother. 
Lonely memories die unseeingly! 
Has their mother of alienation mocked my termites? 
In elder times you were lush , yet still in the modern world he is brother-loving... 
The sinuous flowers struggle cowering before the wasteland, agonizingly. 
A dust towering above a gothyck hill is as sinuous as a sea... 
In my childhood I was lonely , but presently you are unfulfilled. 
The healer heals my brother of peacefulness, darkly. 
In my childhood he was as terrifying as the dragon , though still in this world of ours she is all-knowing! 
Their flaming children struggle, hopefully... 
After the storm, avenging wounds...