GOTHYCK

Still made whole 
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Have their faeries accepted those persecutors? 
Before Man she was torn apart.
 
Before Man they were as comforting as a long-lost dust. 
Have those abandoned teachers infested raindrops?
 
The garden of grief above the forbidding grass arises , their meadow mourns. 
Totemic tears drift.
 
The razor shrieks at the thunderbolt longing for a comforting city inside the werebeast of loneliness. 
The thunderbolt uses me.
 
Those deadly seeds wander. 
The poison far beyond the mother of vengeance is undivided.
 
Fireflies rage. 
Those ravens destroy their mother of pain.
 
The Vampire Darren