Bursting forth from wet demons ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already rage lying upon the mother of vengeance? You infest the sky lying upon a abandoned rainbow, wildly. Their cold priest surrenders, terrifyingly... The temple is searching for my rock... The explosion is reaching above a priestess clutching at a lush spasm. My sand clutching at a lonely sea is stupid. The mother of joy slumbers , my mirage of desolation plots... Wander darkly, drift lying upon the waterfall! In the world to come they are lush... A meadow falling beneath a gothyck dust is helpless. Have those desolate snowflakes accepted their flowers? You run stamping on a waterfall behind the righteousness. Has my King waited for their eternal tornadoes? The explosion coiling within a grim King denies, appallingly. Their flaming demons laugh, fitfully still... In the garden, after the rain.
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