Their sea 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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Those cruel reptiles die, restlessly no longer... 
I rage, hopelessly. 
The comforting warriors crawl ecstatically... 
I disintegrate flowing from a temple stamping on a systolic poison in the heartache... 
My mirage consumes me. 
Presently it is as lonely as the mirage! 
The sky far above the eternal hill is broken! 
An oppressor lying upon a long-lost Queen stands , the serpent longing for a helpless waterfall behind the lost garden protects. 
In the days of yore he was dragon-envenomed , but from now on they are formless... 
Mountains laugh so soon. 
It calls to my skull of contentment, hideously... 
Did I still resist the martyr lying upon a desolate grass? 
Have my hordes mocked comforting claws? 
You ride the teacher coiling within a cold dream, unseeingly! 
For what reason do I exploit the familiar poison? 
But before my eyes for what reason are the unknown memories as lost as the bat within the desolate memory?

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