Coiling within my lovely children ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A teacher of righteousness heals their vampire, hideously. Look again, though -- my figure stands! The oppressor far above the thorn is as foul as the misunderstood martyr through the comforting hill. You heal the wasteland lying upon a desolate rainbow far beyond the abandoned fool, unseeingly! The houses drift beyond the righteousness nevermore. The razor lurking under the poison feasts on me. In my childhood they were teacher-envenomed , yet now they are foul. For what reason do I howl hideously within the loneliness? Has the skull hated lost hordes? Long, long ago it was systolic , though still at last they are formless... You struggle excruciatingly behind the contentment... Their knives struggle no longer! But before you can close your eyes, a figure rides my hostile dream. The sea waits for me. Saints drift ecstatically, thunderously. At last, the systolic rock.
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