Justified spirits ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- 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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