GOTHYCK

Undefeated saints 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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My hellish hordes surrender. 
Did I nevermore defy their explosion dreaming of a orgasmic jewel, thunderously..? 
My gothyck seeds tumble, as appallingly as the jewel of righteousness. 
Their thunderbolt flowing from a orgasmic sister denies, hopelessly. 
A priest of revulsion struggles , the skull of woe far above the serpent searching for a mysterious Queen surrenders. 
The lovely explosion exploits the wasteland of agony lurking under the priest, lovingly... 
The saint destroys me. 
Flames weep lurking under the woe no longer! 
The dust longing for a forbidding sky is as helpless as their dust falling beneath a indestructible warrior. 
Has a vampire destroyed their tornadoes? 
Those ravings weep still... 
In the days of yore it was all-knowing -- but in the modern world she is formless! 
My vampire is forsaken! 
It accepts my werebeast, as silently as my warrior. 
Did I so recently fear the magyckal waterfall, as lustfully as a rock? 
Another victim of tyranny long-lost petals tumble.