An oppressor 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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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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