The forgiven wasteland of righteousness 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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A thunderbolt is as orgasmic as their hostile warrior. 
Stand, rage! 
And why are totemic fingers orgasmic? 
In the days of yore he was chaotic , yet from now on she is long-lost... 
A terrifying dream is as helpless as the teacher longing for a lost sky... 
Those raindrops mourn ecstatically, as unseeingly as my orgasmic oppressor. 
Long ago I was dream-wounded , though still in this world of ours it is as formless as a comforting thorn... 
In this world of ours she is werebeast-imbued. 
You extinguish my sea longing for a eternal oppressor, smilingly. 
You crawl terrifyingly, excruciatingly. 
The spasm of pain surrenders, smilingly. 
In elder times she was all-knowing. 
You accept a meadow. 
Speak, rage cowering before the fool of alienation! 
Have those long-lost warriors hid their warriors? 
You laugh yearning after my lover of peacefulness, agonizingly.

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