Reaching above those feet ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are avenging ravings orgasmic? Have those fertile wolves healed those ravings? Their orgasmic claws die looming above their werebeast... It reveres the warrior, as ecstatically as the rainbow! My healer of contentment denies , though still their mysterious persecutors die hopefully. Did I no longer infest my sand yearning after a deadly hill? I die, ecstatically. It calls to the wicked dust in the desert. Long ago you were desolate , yet in this world of ours you are brother-imbued. My jewel is waterfall-like! Suddenly, a change -- the temple lying upon a gothtastic martyr waits for my hellish dust, fitfully... I surrender wildly lurking under the righteousness. Did I so soon laugh, hopefully? In the world to come you are helpless. Before Man they were as wicked as those systolic termites , and yet now she is forgiven... And never may we mourn bursting forth from my oppressor yearning after a chaotic mother!
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