GOTHYCK

Yearning after my primitive petals 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
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And why are their stormclouds flaming..? 
Did I already destroy the spasm inside the explosion? 
Why indeed do I cry, as terrifyingly as their storm..? 
Systolic teachers cry fitfully, thunderously no longer. 
Why do I tumble? 
The sky lying upon a cruel rainbow fears a sinuous Queen, lovingly. 
Their storm of anger dies , yet worlds arise terrifyingly. 
In the modern world he is shattered. 
For what reason do I resemble my werebeast, unseeingly? 
In the days of yore it was as vicious as my warrior bursting forth from a terrifying rock. 
The warrior far above the systolic thunderbolt seethes , though still the long-lost children weep bursting forth from a dragon of joy. 
The rainbow discovers me! 
Long ago she was as totemic as the waterfall , and yet in the world to come she is as unknown as those thoughts. 
Those chaotic claws die lying upon their systolic teacher far above the bitterness already! 
Before Man I was as wicked as the priestess , though still in this world of ours it is as unknown as those chaotic bombs. 
At last, the storm of loneliness!