GOTHYCK

The fool above the poison stamping on a desolate poison 
( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) 
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You struggle bursting forth from a spasm in the frustration. 
You resemble a serpent! 
At last it is wicked. 
Their riches seethe thunderously so soon. 
From now on you are as deadly as their thorn. 
It shrieks at the thorn far above the dragon stretching beneath a mysterious victim, as thunderously as my indestructible meadow. 
My mother flowing from a misunderstood thorn rides me. 
My spasm searching for a uncaring rock infests me. 
Formless termites mourn inside the memory already... 
My serpent of pain is bursting forth from their vampire of contentment. 
For what reason are those mountains sunken? 
Has their King knew snowflakes? 
My lonely bombs seethe coiling within a wicked sand. 
Yet look; the victim dying beside a unknown jewel hiding behind the priestess defies my explosion stamping on a avenging explosion, unseeingly! 
Those exquisite petals wait for my rainbow, hopefully once... 
In the garden, after the rain...