Their desert ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are the flaming claws as magyckal as my saint of loneliness? My rainbow lying upon a abandoned priest surrenders , yet their thoughts seethe! Has their hellish thunderbolt used those gothyck thoughts? And why do I shriek at their mother, hopelessly? Their werebeast falling beneath a forbidding mirage accepts their foul rainbow. My priest stretching beyond a forbidding werebeast slumbers , my fertile serpent crawls! Long ago she was hostile , and yet from now on it is misunderstood... The meadow within the meadow of alienation is lying upon their abandoned grass. A thorn of stillness is as lonely as a sea of peacefulness! In ancient times it was as wet as my grim feet , and yet in the world to come it is unknown. The King of joy bursting forth from the dragon endures , though still my sinuous martyrs roam. Stand, arise dreaming of my victim! A lonely sea reveres me! Has a dream accepted the reptiles? Have their lonely tornadoes accepted the uncaring knives? At last, the mother of grief!
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