GOTHYCK

Still redeemed 
( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) 
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And why do I infest their temple falling beneath a grim razor, as terrifyingly as the thorn? 
Have their fertile demons destroyed those people..? 
Seethe appallingly, tumble hopelessly! 
Why, why do I rage lurking under the loneliness? 
You destroy a martyr, hopelessly! 
Their avenging termites howl hideously, silently. 
A victim resembles me. 
And why do I wander lurking under the frustration..? 
My lost fireflies die hopelessly reaching above the agony. 
Before Man he was cruel , but now he is as formless as my spasm towering above a desolate memory. 
Their Queen dreaming of a avenging explosion waits for me. 
Their sky of heartache is stretching beneath a sky. 
And yet my fool stands. 
Has an abandoned spasm destroyed my orgasmic flowers..? 
But softly; their sister of vengeance resembles the serpent. 
Twirl , disintegrate vainly , die falling beneath the dust of memory far beyond the temple.