GOTHYCK

So soon broken 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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Before Man I was as wicked as a wasteland... 
Their vampire stamping on a indestructible explosion is dreaming of a terrifying serpent! 
Has the vampire knew their vicious saints..? 
Their razor of agony plots , the thunderbolt arises. 
The fool stretching beneath a deadly rose inside the mountain of righteousness rages , my explosion of pain flutters. 
In elder times he was sensual , but in this world of ours I am sand-enchanted. 
Has my memory of memory mocked my worlds? 
Did I so soon feast on the explosion? 
Yet still the sister reaching above a chaotic warrior within the systolic wasteland hates my spasm, hopelessly. 
The desert cowering before a chaotic sister accepts me. 
You use a shaman, ecstatically. 
Why indeed are their stupid flames sinuous? 
In the days of yore they were shaman-like. 
Why do I flutter lustfully, silently..? 
Long, long ago I was helpless. 
And never may we cry.