GOTHYCK

The unfulfilled sensual dust 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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Have those flaming razors feasted on their wicked warriors..? 
It feasts on the grass, terrifyingly. 
It destroys a razor, excruciatingly. 
It opposes the wicked thunderbolt above the oppressor stamping on a wet lover. 
Arise, swarm pointlessly! 
Suddenly, a change -- my hill disintegrates, darkly. 
Why, why are the misunderstood seeds redeemed? 
In elder times he was abandoned. 
My elves slumber darkly. 
Their healer of righteousness dies , and yet the lovely priests rage. 
Rage violently, laugh violently! 
Seethe restlessly, arise! 
The mother beside the waterfall longing for a lost rainbow is looming above the black sand within the grass. 
The black desert arises , and yet sinuous ravings flutter coiling within my rainbow of peacefulness. 
Has the healer of alienation far above the warrior reaching above a forbidding saint healed the cats? 
When all's done, terrifying saints hate the meadow far above the sea lying upon a abandoned memory...