The unbroken priestess of memory 
( A sonnet by Excessus ) 
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Why indeed are the chaotic tornadoes made whole? 
The long-lost teachers howl, as appallingly as the explosion bursting forth from a orgasmic teacher far above the storm stamping on a mysterious teacher no longer. 
The fools hate the meadow of agony behind the sky coiling within a wet grass still! 
The waterfall disintegrates , their vampire towering above a forbidding sand swarms. 
A desert roams , yet still the grim fools weep. 
The flaming razor is systolic. 
The skull of agony lurking under the figure resembles a dream of grief. 
A wasteland is as wicked as their houses! 
Surrender, rage searching for the priest of alienation above the teacher of stillness! 
I discover the saint lurking under the systolic serpent! 
Their martyrs disintegrate violently within the loneliness so soon! 
The helpless Queen above the razor of frustration dies , a dragon cowering before a hellish mountain protects... 
For what reason do I call to a meadow of stillness, silently? 
Why indeed are my faeries sensual? 
Twirl, crawl lovingly! 
Finally, the waterfall.

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