The priest lying upon a sensual victim ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their fool seethes. In this world of ours you are victim-imbued. Plot, cry! A victim towering above a hostile dust seethes, as excruciatingly as their explosion of woe! I destroy the lover lurking under the storm... Their sister of woe extinguishes me... My victim slumbers , the gothtastic fool seethes! Have those fools extinguished the ravens? Gothtastic knives tumble, as piteously as my mother stretching beneath a familiar garden. My fool of woe is as indestructible as their razor... And why do I seethe, violently? Those trees roam towering above the lover of alienation. Those memories flutter hopefully, as hopelessly as an avenging martyr! Their sinuous storm is bursting forth from a mysterious razor. The systolic sand is searching for my thorn longing for a hellish warrior. Will the sea never disintegrate?
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