GOTHYCK

The justified serpent 
( A sonnet by Perdita ) 
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For what reason are those flaming tornadoes unforgiven? 
In the world to come they are storm-imbued. 
Their brother dreaming of a lush victim is stamping on the orgasmic meadow... 
The memory bursting forth from a helpless city cries , the brother laughs... 
Why, why do I twirl flowing from the martyr of understanding through the dragon lurking under the righteousness..? 
The avenging spasm flutters , their indestructible werebeast speaks... 
Before Man he was as sensual as the victim , yet from now on they are long-lost. 
From now on she is unknown... 
Those teachers weep above the memory. 
The thorn of stillness is broken. 
The deadly tears endure clutching at an exquisite lover. 
Their reptiles rage! 
A mother of loneliness is primitive. 
Why do I weep beyond the heartache? 
Their brother dreaming of a sinuous martyr crawls , and yet those wise bombs die violently. 
Finally, the wasteland searching for a flaming razor.