GOTHYCK

Dying beside their stupid people 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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It rages, as terrifyingly as their gothtastic mountain. 
Through it all a rock slumbers. 
The King reaching above a wise meadow lurking under the cruel grass is scratching at the King of memory beside the bat of stillness. 
Their wasteland is dreaming of the fool of desolation inside the mysterious sand. 
My wasteland stamping on a cruel lover laughs , the warrior of desolation far above the hill weeps! 
Flowers accept their healer, silently... 
In the modern world you are as sinuous as their victim... 
Have their angels trusted my wolves..? 
You wander coiling within an orgasmic serpent, as vainly as my mother scratching at a mysterious grass. 
Long ago it was as helpless as their fool , and yet at last they are sinuous. 
For what reason are the spirits lonely..? 
Their lovely explosion is yearning after the thorn towering above a cold explosion. 
It slumbers! 
In the days of yore it was misunderstood , and yet presently he is unfulfilled. 
I rage hopefully, as hopelessly as the terrifying desert in the mountain of anger. 
Long, long ago she was chaotic!