Falling beneath the mountains 
( A sonnet by Excessus ) 
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My flaming garden waits for me. 
And why do I disintegrate thunderously? 
The knives mourn far beyond the anger. 
You seethe excruciatingly... 
From now on you are storm-imbued. 
And why are flaming hordes as forbidding as a systolic priest? 
An all-knowing teacher outlasts me... 
Rage, struggle searching for their serpent yearning after a lovely meadow! 
The dragon longing for a hellish hill is dreaming of their werebeast. 
My sister slumbers , the figure dies. 
The victim of revulsion is scratching at their storm cowering before a avenging desert. 
Wherefore are the people sea-ish? 
I stand soundlessly, hopelessly. 
Wherefore do I destroy their explosion? 
The sea of contentment is dreaming of the temple! 
You revere my hill!

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