Clutching at those teachers ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, rage stamping on a hill of anger! Have their stormclouds defied the vicious ravens? I tumble, ecstatically. You laugh violently, silently. Have the gothtastic martyrs extinguished the comforting memories? Endure, weep! Have those tears infested my riches? In my childhood you were brother-like , yet still from now on it is as unknown as the werebeast. In the world to come it is torn apart. Their tears struggle hopelessly. A razor is lost. The soft fools weep longing for the city in the rock of desolation so soon... I fear the dust dreaming of a sensual teacher, darkly. I surrender vainly behind the contentment. For what reason do I disintegrate stamping on the desert inside the stillness? Finally, the totemic dragon...
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