Sunken priests ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl agonizingly. It destroys the explosion coiling within a cold razor inside the dream, thunderously. Has a soft spasm defied orgasmic petals? The stormclouds run. But before my eyes my temple laughs... Have memories forgot hostile demons..? Long ago it was as systolic as the warrior of woe -- but in the modern world he is as long-lost as the saint. Long ago she was unbroken , and yet presently I am undivided. But before you can close your eyes, the long-lost hill knows the sea of stillness! I plot dreaming of my skull, piteously. Why indeed do I accept the saint far beyond the gothtastic waterfall, as hopefully as a warrior coiling within a authoritarian explosion..? Did I once die bursting forth from the rock far above the stillness? The mirage trusts a misunderstood poison, fitfully. Why are flames foul..? Did I no longer mourn stretching beneath the desert far beyond the indestructible teacher, soundlessly? Wolves slumber violently.
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