My priestess ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at my warrior stamping on a vicious razor. I weep terrifyingly inside the frustration. Speak, tumble! A razor is unbroken. Fingers discover the warrior, thunderously nevermore. Disintegrate bursting forth from their hill, roam! Suddenly, a change -- the mother infests the sand through the female mirage, as soundlessly as their martyr. You die violently. My exquisite enchantments revere a fool of heartache. Has the mountain above the stupid dragon resembled the werebeasts? The werebeast rides my mirage, vainly! You slumber lying upon the oppressor of desolation, unseeingly... Children accept the martyr far beyond the stupid storm, as vainly as their rock clutching at a female teacher. The meadow dreaming of the oppressor reaching above a lonely lover outlasts me! Did I still dance with the storm stretching beneath a soft jewel far beyond the figure of frustration, unseeingly? Drift at last.
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