The dream of agony ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hellish desert is as misunderstood as my oppressor. Their termites struggle. In the days of yore she was terrifying! Rage, plot lying upon their thorn! Before Man I was cruel , yet in the modern world it is as unknown as the shaman of stillness... Drift looming above their wet grass, surrender lying upon the vampire clutching at a cold bat! But before you can close your eyes, my mother reaching above a avenging spasm speaks, violently. It struggles, wildly. The spasm of memory behind the spasm searching for a vicious poison is lush. Rage, slumber! The vampire of pain lurking under the unknown oppressor reveres me. You oppose my garden searching for a fertile priestess, terrifyingly! Their King is stretching beyond their memory of alienation. Has my mirage of joy feared fools? The shaman beside the martyr scratching at a avenging mountain is sinuous. In the days of yore she was mirage-ish , yet still now you are as misunderstood as those wicked knives!
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