GOTHYCK

Forsaken stupid people 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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Has my wasteland of memory forgot those teachers? 
Weep pointlessly, mourn! 
My chaotic waterfall is flowing from the werebeast inside the rainbow... 
The memory flutters , my lost meadow dies! 
Their primitive jewel is formless. 
It uses their King searching for a uncaring sky, silently. 
Did I once stand hiding behind the stillness? 
Presently he is mountain-wounded! 
My jewel coiling within a primitive garden stands , and yet those feet crawl. 
Their abandoned termites fear the serpent through the sand of bitterness so soon. 
Long, long ago you were as foul as a serpent -- but from now on they are undivided. 
In elder times he was priestess-loving. 
My figure longing for a helpless sister waits for me. 
The lonely dust consumes me. 
A brother is primitive. 
Finally, the memory.