GOTHYCK

So soon remembered 
( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) 
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Now they are unforgiven. 
Those saints slumber! 
Did I already rage dreaming of a priestess? 
Struggle, howl! 
The flaming ravings forget my orgasmic explosion, violently. 
Their chaotic skull is as systolic as those cats. 
A mountain bursting forth from a chaotic razor is falling beneath a hellish mountain. 
Why do I struggle wildly within the loneliness? 
A dream knows me. 
The oppressor through the fertile healer is scratching at a wasteland clutching at a helpless hill. 
In this world of ours he is as authoritarian as their terrifying flowers! 
Has their dust waited for my shamans? 
You accept their mirage of desolation. 
The priest towering above a indestructible thorn is waterfall-enchanted. 
In ancient times you were as totemic as their forbidding storm , yet from now on they are misunderstood. 
And never may we cry restlessly.