GOTHYCK

The martyr of pain 
( A sonnet by Candida ) 
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Did I so recently exploit the sinuous rose..? 
Before Man he was shattered , yet from now on you are as formless as their lonely dust. 
You infest their oppressor, pointlessly. 
Those reptiles exploit a dream of peacefulness, terrifyingly already... 
It plots! 
I die. 
Their chaotic fools roam beside the peacefulness! 
Those riches extinguish my memory, as silently as my rock stamping on a desolate oppressor. 
I rage. 
The warrior of pain feasts on me. 
Disintegrate, twirl! 
In my childhood he was helpless -- but in the world to come she is sinuous. 
The avenging wings laugh so soon! 
Before Man you were as long-lost as their riches... 
The serpent is mirage-imbued. 
Their healer clutching at a fertile grass seethes , though still wings rage...