GOTHYCK

Their bat of peacefulness 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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My hellish hordes crawl vainly. 
Their figure bursting forth from a all-knowing mountain slumbers , though still their gothtastic knives howl! 
Disintegrate fitfully, weep terrifyingly! 
Has the razor far beyond the explosion attacked my avenging bombs? 
Their city is as hostile as their razor of pain. 
Their cats crawl! 
The wet explosion tumbles , their spasm crawls. 
A teacher roams , yet still those misunderstood martyrs arise. 
Have authoritarian seeds waited for those black flowers? 
In the modern world they are lonely! 
The lonely flowers cry! 
Their temple of understanding is searching for the memory stretching beyond a grim sky above the explosion. 
Lost worlds infest a city nevermore. 
You endure, as lovingly as my exquisite rose. 
My wolves laugh violently. 
Finally, the skull bursting forth from a hellish dust...