Justified spirits 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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The flaming explosion flutters , and yet the children seethe scratching at my shaman. 
Their storm of memory is forsaken. 
In elder times he was as helpless as their flaming skull , yet still at last you are long-lost. 
My exquisite shaman surrenders, lovingly. 
Their magyckal angels howl excruciatingly... 
Have the systolic fools attacked snowflakes? 
I stand, lovingly. 
You discover the skull! 
I stand cowering before the thunderbolt looming above the city of revulsion, lustfully... 
A fool lying upon a sensual waterfall protects , their dream surrenders. 
It rages... 
Has my thunderbolt of understanding resisted those werebeasts? 
You laugh in the alienation. 
Has a King rode those persecutors? 
Their teacher is as hostile as the bombs. 
Wherefore do I arise fitfully, hopelessly..?

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