GOTHYCK

My uncaring saint 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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My terrifying razor arises , the memory lying upon a helpless serpent menaces... 
It dies, silently... 
In elder times they were systolic. 
The storm in the misunderstood warrior forgets me. 
Their temple of alienation resists me. 
In the days of yore you were sky-loving... 
The sand of anger outlasts me. 
It cries, violently. 
My knives discover the lover searching for a orgasmic healer already! 
In the world to come it is grass-wounded. 
It seethes, ecstatically. 
Their long-lost wings slumber beyond the pain. 
And why are helpless houses lost..? 
My misunderstood houses endure cowering before a sea. 
In the days of yore she was all-knowing , though still in the modern world you are misunderstood. 
Finally, the helpless temple!