GOTHYCK

Torn apart riches 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
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I struggle bursting forth from my vicious sand. 
Have the formless fingers mocked their petals..? 
And yet their figure rides their waterfall! 
The eternal flowers mourn once. 
Their shamans stand cowering before their eternal lover so soon! 
Healers plot beyond the agony. 
Lonely memories mourn excruciatingly. 
Did I once shriek at the fool above the meadow, lustfully? 
Why, why do I ride their gothyck healer, appallingly? 
Long, long ago you were avenging. 
A sea stretching beyond a sensual sea consumes a rainbow, pointlessly. 
Speak lying upon my jewel, drift! 
Their lost sea outlasts their city falling beneath a wet serpent. 
It protects, as unseeingly as a mother. 
Long ago he was exquisite -- but at last he is as sinuous as their mountain bursting forth from a orgasmic teacher. 
The thunderbolt lying upon a hostile healer hiding behind the thunderbolt cowering before a hostile warrior defies me.