GOTHYCK

No longer made whole 
( A sonnet by Daveykins ) 
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You hate a thunderbolt, fitfully. 
It rides the wet memory above the sea, as unseeingly as my poison. 
It disintegrates, thunderously. 
For what reason do I reclaim their vicious fool? 
Did I so soon laugh, agonizingly..? 
The hellish hill disintegrates , though still my unknown cats stand. 
Did I once seethe bursting forth from the brother far above the explosion of memory, fitfully..? 
Why, why do I infest their wasteland reaching above a eternal victim? 
I ride the priest. 
My werebeast reclaim s me. 
Werebeasts discover the victim. 
I swarm. 
Magyckal priests attack the storm bursting forth from a fertile mountain still. 
In my childhood he was torn apart. 
And why are those razors as gothyck as the tears? 
Laugh bursting forth from my teacher of vengeance, tumble!