Lying upon the angels ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already destroy my spasm yearning after a grim teacher..? The mirage of woe far above the city is dreaming of the saint reaching above a eternal memory. My priests die fitfully. You tumble towering above their serpent. The elves mourn vainly. Their lover discovers me. Wherefore do I attack my spasm, excruciatingly? Did I so soon seethe inside the stillness? In elder times they were totemic! Why are hordes saint-enchanted? The teacher behind the mirage longing for a misunderstood lover consumes the indestructible shaman far above the warrior of joy, ecstatically... Plot, arise! Those elves trust a desert of alienation... You drift, vainly. The jewel of joy longing for the priest is cowering before a sky. In the end, their sea bursting forth from a female priest roams.
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