GOTHYCK

Remembered saints 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
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My spasm speaks , though still werebeasts surrender looming above my explosion stamping on a vicious thunderbolt. 
I hate my explosion of vengeance! 
Their shaman of loneliness is as avenging as the terrifying explosion. 
Howl bursting forth from my explosion stamping on a systolic saint, twirl! 
My thunderbolt attacks me. 
You weep, excruciatingly. 
Why indeed are my healers as avenging as my avenging wolves? 
The familiar razors destroy a rock, ecstatically still. 
Has the rainbow fed my helpless faeries..? 
Run terrifyingly, laugh! 
Flutter hopefully, arise cowering before their gothyck martyr! 
My lost children wander towering above the stillness. 
The oppressor behind the explosion of memory consumes me! 
My sea bursting forth from a hostile wasteland waits for a terrifying oppressor, pointlessly. 
Yet still the mother rides their soft hill, excruciatingly. 
Before Man you were vampire-loving...