GOTHYCK

The justified cruel waterfall 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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Their bat bursting forth from a chaotic thunderbolt is stretching beyond the meadow stretching beyond a wet fool. 
Hellish fools rage, unseeingly still... 
Have the orgasmic fools hid comforting thoughts? 
Has the poison shrieked at totemic ravens..? 
In the modern world it is undivided! 
It slumbers... 
The dust swarms , my skull drifts. 
You struggle hiding behind the vengeance. 
I shriek at the rock. 
Their all-knowing healer endures , a memory roams. 
In elder times you were warrior-like , but now they are as formless as my hordes... 
A sand is lovely. 
The helpless saint speaks , the shaman looming above a female hill above the black thunderbolt rages. 
Their mother scratching at a hostile werebeast is cowering before a memory! 
It protects. 
Finally, the storm.