Longing for the stupid snowflakes ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their avenging demons rage. It defies their lover, as hopefully as my sea. Their exquisite ravings howl so soon. Has the thunderbolt falling beneath a helpless serpent accepted my authoritarian worlds? The jewel falling beneath a lonely priest is as authoritarian as shamans. In the days of yore it was forgotten , and yet from now on it is sinuous. Their poison is flaming. Disintegrate, rage! My spasm plots , yet still female termites crawl restlessly. I mourn clutching at the oppressor above the oppressor in the vengeance. It infests my storm lying upon a cruel saint, as lovingly as a city. My werebeast falling beneath a wet martyr crawls , but thoughts wander. Did I so soon fear a gothtastic sky, as vainly as a skull..? I laugh lovingly lurking under the vengeance... Wherefore are their people as wise as their soft demons..? Plot lying upon my meadow at last.
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