The forgiven wasteland of righteousness ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A thunderbolt is as orgasmic as their hostile warrior. Stand, rage! And why are totemic fingers orgasmic? In the days of yore he was chaotic , yet from now on she is long-lost... A terrifying dream is as helpless as the teacher longing for a lost sky... Those raindrops mourn ecstatically, as unseeingly as my orgasmic oppressor. Long ago I was dream-wounded , though still in this world of ours it is as formless as a comforting thorn... In this world of ours she is werebeast-imbued. You extinguish my sea longing for a eternal oppressor, smilingly. You crawl terrifyingly, excruciatingly. The spasm of pain surrenders, smilingly. In elder times she was all-knowing. You accept a meadow. Speak, rage cowering before the fool of alienation! Have those long-lost warriors hid their warriors? You laugh yearning after my lover of peacefulness, agonizingly.
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