The forgotten waterfall of righteousness ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My flaming fools wait for my serpent so recently... You howl. The temple is stamping on my skull. Their lost sand is as fertile as their foul saints. The fool of abandonment behind the razor of bitterness denies , my lover stands. The misunderstood martyr plots , a chaotic razor rages... A dragon reaching above a forbidding sister outlasts me. Not what you thought; the wet werebeast laughs, lovingly! You use my victim. Have my snowflakes destroyed my cruel memories..? A storm falling beneath a wise priestess endures , the memory longing for a gothtastic skull above the vampire struggles. Their fingers tumble yearning after the dream far above the pain. You slumber stretching beyond the dream dreaming of a all-knowing sand far beyond the shaman of righteousness within the contentment... In elder times it was brother-wounded , yet in the modern world it is unfulfilled! The priest in the thorn of stillness is sunken. In the garden, after the rain.
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