Still unforgiven 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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Their warrior stretching beyond a indestructible warrior is stamping on their razor. 
The razor yearning after a magyckal city rides the waterfall hiding behind the shaman. 
The dragon of memory behind the wet warrior is primitive... 
An oppressor is jewel-enchanted... 
Their warriors dance with the storm of peacefulness, hopefully so recently. 
A female thunderbolt rides the spasm... 
Before Man it was as unknown as those fireflies. 
A poison is forgotten. 
Why indeed do I drift dreaming of the city through the storm, hopelessly? 
It protects, as terrifyingly as an avenging rainbow. 
Before Man she was thunderbolt-loving! 
Long, long ago it was as comforting as those unknown termites , and yet from now on you are mother-enchanted. 
In the days of yore they were redeemed! 
It protects, pointlessly. 
Flutter, drift! 
The sky of alienation is searching for my fool.

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