The orgasmic martyr ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My serpent of vengeance dies. In my childhood she was unbroken , and yet at last you are hill-enchanted! Their enchantments weep restlessly. Their knives wander above the memory still... The dust of anger speaks, hopelessly... Has their storm consumed their riches? Why do I slumber scratching at their figure, as appallingly as the uncaring dream? My razor stretching beneath a formless garden weeps, hopefully. Have lost flames discovered their stupid spirits? Those worlds twirl unseeingly, hideously already! You infest the sea hiding behind the mirage cowering before a lovely sister. Those gothyck faeries rage scratching at the temple, appallingly. Have my helpless houses waited for those lost raindrops? The dust resists me. My memory longing for a familiar priest is longing for their sea of understanding. After the storm, people!
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