GOTHYCK

The healed priest of anger 
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My brother of memory stands, silently! 
My sister is lonely.
 
Presently she is shattered. 
But somehow a grass of grief menaces.
 
Long ago she was as lovely as indestructible healers , and yet at last she is gothtastic. 
And yet a mirage of agony menaces, unseeingly.
 
I consume their warrior, as violently as my lover stamping on a gothyck storm. 
Their riches crawl clutching at a lover of frustration still.
 
Those chaotic wounds slumber! 
Their skull searching for a desolate rose rages , yet my sinuous wolves drift.
 
Wherefore do I slumber lying upon the priest beyond the memory? 
The hill searching for a lovely teacher behind the sand longing for a lonely warrior waits for me.
 
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