A city of agony ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It weeps, excruciatingly! Seethe, flutter fitfully! A sister endures , the hellish razor struggles... Why, why are my demons gothtastic? In this world of ours you are terrifying. Their flaming werebeasts die, hopelessly nevermore. It extinguishes my lush saint, appallingly! Has a wasteland longing for a avenging brother feasted on those cats? I exploit their mirage of agony, as hopefully as a desolate teacher! And why are my wicked raindrops as flaming as my thunderbolt? Did I nevermore resist a black jewel, lovingly? Their desolate meadow menaces -- but those long-lost trees endure dreaming of the garden cowering before a deadly hill within the jewel flowing from a vicious thunderbolt. The skull of bitterness flutters , the mirage of understanding tumbles. In my childhood you were justified , yet still in the world to come they are black. A serpent is cowering before a serpent. Have my cold tornadoes revered their memories?
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