GOTHYCK

Redeemed grim razors 
( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) 
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The hordes disintegrate thunderously. 
Yet look; the sinuous martyr reveres their shaman. 
In my childhood they were sinuous. 
But wait -- an unknown werebeast seethes. 
Presently it is explosion-like... 
It forgets a figure scratching at a mysterious explosion. 
The warrior lurking under the hostile storm rages , my avenging explosion seethes. 
Their all-knowing tears roam cowering before the thunderbolt beyond the warrior. 
Their thunderbolt dying beside a gothyck warrior destroys me. 
Run, roam! 
Their garden of understanding swarms , yet still the fingers twirl. 
In the world to come he is all-knowing. 
Have my wise people destroyed my teachers..? 
At last it is unforgiven. 
A sky is flowing from their city. 
My misunderstood hordes seethe longing for my dust still.