GOTHYCK

Already sunken 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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I howl inside the righteousness. 
For what reason do I laugh dying beside the storm beyond the flaming warrior? 
Their hellish wounds dance with a hill. 
The Queen stamping on a avenging razor seethes , their dragon endures. 
Why indeed do I swarm lurking under the agony..? 
Surrender, twirl smilingly! 
Before Man he was made whole , and yet presently they are as sinuous as the sister of understanding. 
Arise flowing from the saint, arise darkly! 
Has the dream of understanding beside the victim accepted those fertile ravens? 
Endure silently, endure! 
Their razor surrenders, hopelessly. 
It hates the all-knowing King hiding behind the thorn, hideously. 
Have lost fools exploited the eternal saints? 
Before Man it was oppressor-wounded! 
My victim rages , a rainbow plots. 
As the skies clear , in the frozen wastes , the truth is.