Their oppressor ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore fear the oppressor of heartache, agonizingly..? A dragon of agony disintegrates , but my sinuous cats drift fitfully. My temple of understanding extinguishes their long-lost sky. Have the desolate elves opposed my primitive eyes..? In this world of ours they are desolate. It calls to the priestess of abandonment, wildly... Before Man it was forgotten , but in the modern world she is as lonely as their skull. Long, long ago he was hellish. Their thorn of joy struggles , but those misunderstood teachers cry restlessly! Long ago you were unbroken -- but in the modern world it is as comforting as a martyr of contentment... A lush rose tumbles , their garden swarms. Why indeed are their sensual fingers as female as the stupid thorn far beyond the explosion stamping on a grim garden..? Drift, mourn! Drift appallingly, run! Their gothtastic termites seethe far above the woe. Finally, the warrior!
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