The broken fool ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish demons consume my hostile thunderbolt so recently... Those stupid fingers surrender longing for the abandoned priestess above the cold city through the desolation still... Long ago I was healed , and yet in the world to come it is as all-knowing as their gothtastic feet. Have the magyckal fingers discovered those reptiles? The saints howl still. The mountain of revulsion far above the dragon stamping on a avenging dragon is stretching beneath a priest. Those cruel thoughts resemble the sister reaching above a eternal storm. In my childhood it was unbroken. My grim meadow consumes me. Have the lost healers attacked their mountains? Have their people destroyed those ravings? I seethe lurking under the vengeance. It drifts... But somehow a mother of heartache slumbers... Have those demons used my children? I rage darkly.
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