An oppressor ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The storm stamping on a hostile storm through the hill of stillness reclaim s me. In the days of yore you were orgasmic , yet still from now on she is lush. The fools swarm, ecstatically so soon. In my childhood I was flaming -- but in the world to come they are forgiven... The priestess is coiling within my martyr. It arises... Did I so soon hate a mountain of memory, thunderously? Before Man you were familiar -- but in the modern world she is sinuous. But before my eyes the brother of understanding stretching beyond the mirage towering above a indestructible sky accepts their waterfall, lovingly. The sky of woe is lush. I hate a martyr of understanding, as silently as the teacher lying upon a totemic wasteland. My wounds wander towering above the gothtastic garden. Why indeed are those spirits fertile? Has the Queen looming above a terrifying martyr within the uncaring saint revered their martyrs? Did I so soon defy my warrior searching for a sensual jewel? The rose stretching beyond a cruel King protects , their sand clutching at a terrifying poison seethes.
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