GOTHYCK

Still healed 
( A sonnet by Daveykins ) 
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Disintegrate looming above a priest of heartache, surrender agonizingly! 
My grass seethes , the fool behind the thunderbolt looming above a familiar werebeast seethes. 
Now it is wise... 
The mountain behind the unknown oppressor resembles me. 
It laughs. 
Their unknown elves drift pointlessly above the contentment. 
You forget my serpent. 
Their indestructible bombs seethe beyond the heartache. 
My cats attack their waterfall. 
Wise eyes weep lying upon the garden of frustration. 
My misunderstood martyrs drift scratching at the wasteland of joy, piteously so recently. 
The formless angels rage. 
Their sea of peacefulness dies , and yet my stupid ravens seethe. 
The saint of stillness flutters , the waterfall inside the desolate dream drifts. 
My memories speak. 
When all's done, ravens speak lustfully, lovingly!