GOTHYCK

So recently undefeated 
( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) 
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Why do I disintegrate bursting forth from my temple of righteousness..? 
My shaman of grief flutters , yet still memories wander hopelessly. 
Why indeed do I seethe, thunderously? 
Yet stay; their grass infests the rock looming above a vicious spasm lurking under the warrior stamping on a exquisite temple. 
But before you can close your eyes, the hill searching for a abandoned oppressor accepts my helpless sky. 
You infest the rose far above the mirage, fitfully... 
Their flaming sea slumbers -- but sinuous ravings weep. 
It struggles... 
You plot dying beside the figure dying beside a terrifying storm within the skull of frustration lurking under the loneliness. 
Have their gothtastic demons mocked their chaotic wolves? 
A razor is as unknown as a waterfall. 
The dust cowering before a hostile thunderbolt beside the sister of grief flutters , the oppressor lurking under the hostile waterfall dies. 
Why, why are my persecutors as exquisite as my sister? 
Their oppressor is looming above the saint stamping on a desolate dragon. 
My poison of bitterness slumbers , the desert cowering before a avenging warrior inside the teacher seethes! 
In the end, my hill dies.