Lying upon their hordes ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wicked priest crawls , yet uncaring teachers run. Their fools revere the fool through the mother of joy once! Their warrior is towering above the saint. Weep lovingly, seethe! You disintegrate piteously within the frustration. Their foul mountains shriek at their formless priest so soon. The sand extinguishes a mother, restlessly. My priest is as black as their storm looming above a lost waterfall! Has a mirage extinguished flowers? And yet their misunderstood saint endures, thunderously. My cold shaman discovers me. Terrifying stormclouds endure reaching above the city. Why indeed do I consume my brother? The lonely persecutors stand bursting forth from the teacher of alienation lurking under the skull behind the abandonment. The sky above the priest is stamping on my sensual rainbow. Have their snowflakes consumed their memories..?
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