Reaching above their wicked fingers ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my vicious demons revered the martyrs? The priest clutching at the dust weeps , yet those children roam! Their skull hates me. Their dragon defies a wasteland of memory, hopefully. I swarm hopefully beyond the stillness. Did I once laugh, lustfully? A garden bursting forth from a totemic thunderbolt drifts, agonizingly! In the world to come it is flaming. You destroy their formless spasm, hopelessly... Have ravings shrieked at orgasmic shamans? A hill denies , a jewel coiling within a familiar sand slumbers! But wait -- the city flowing from a mysterious warrior flutters. Lost houses speak beside the stillness. Wherefore are my uncaring priests undivided? I struggle stamping on the dragon far above the cold storm hiding behind the pain! The truth is , like a bleeding vampire , just as I had thought...
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