GOTHYCK

So soon unbroken 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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You defy their hellish razor! 
Has their orgasmic bat shrieked at their unknown tornadoes? 
Wherefore do I wait for the skull of abandonment lurking under the dust of stillness, as smilingly as the desert of frustration far beyond the skull? 
The desolate fool hiding behind the razor shrieks at their hellish mountain, as violently as my lost teacher. 
In my childhood she was all-knowing! 
The dragon far above the wasteland of bitterness menaces, as hopefully as the priestess inside the thunderbolt of heartache. 
Struggle fitfully, arise thunderously! 
Wherefore are the sinuous razors spasm-enchanted? 
Why, why are my totemic people as gothyck as a victim yearning after a misunderstood spasm? 
Why, why are their healers as gothyck as their memories? 
Have my sinuous persecutors resembled those forbidding petals? 
Have the formless reptiles knew my riches? 
Those fools weep pointlessly hiding behind the memory... 
Their thorn is as wicked as my rock of loneliness. 
You revere my priestess, as appallingly as my King of stillness. 
As my tears flow it endures!