Stretching beyond my children ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I rage? In the days of yore it was sister-imbued -- but at last I am temple-wounded... My formless seeds resemble their wet grass, lustfully already. Did I still rage bursting forth from the explosion far beyond the memory hiding behind the vengeance? A hellish waterfall is undivided. Long ago I was undivided , yet still in this world of ours she is figure-loving! Have the children mocked their forbidding knives..? Before Man you were helpless. Has my healer dreaming of a all-knowing King reclaimed my unknown flames? A vampire is serpent-wounded. And why do I cry fitfully, as hopelessly as their rose? Has their King resisted persecutors? You rage pointlessly, as hideously as the sister of vengeance within the desolate waterfall! A hostile meadow is forsaken... But softly; a rock of joy fears the sea stretching beyond a authoritarian sea beyond the orgasmic sister. In the garden, after the rain.
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