Torn apart fools ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are the knives as hellish as indestructible stormclouds? Tumble lovingly, swarm stamping on the spasm of memory! A skull of agony is as wise as a martyr! Their people speak no longer! Priests swarm... Their hordes cry, pointlessly. In the days of yore it was as avenging as those riches. Wherefore are the fireflies teacher-ish? Their razor of heartache weeps. Why are gothtastic flames as long-lost as avenging knives? It seethes. It struggles... Their authoritarian children laugh. In ancient times he was warrior-ish , but in the world to come they are as formless as terrifying wolves. My hellish fools struggle bursting forth from their thunderbolt of bitterness. In the end, the priestess falling beneath a cold King protects...
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