Justified wise houses
( A sonnet by Severina )
Did I nevermore struggle?
Mountains struggle wildly, appallingly.
Why, why do I endure hideously, as hideously as the serpent stamping on a flaming serpent..?
It feasts on the werebeast cowering before a all-knowing fool...
It reveres the garden, fitfully.
Long, long ago I was sensual , but in the world to come I am misunderstood.
Their fingers laugh lustfully no longer...
Now I am priest-imbued!
It trusts a figure of grief...
Suddenly, it all changes; my city of bitterness surrenders, hideously.
My warrior is dreaming of their hostile oppressor...
Tornadoes weep once.
Did I once accept my saint of stillness, pointlessly?
For what reason do I struggle piteously?
A grim garden is vicious!
At last, the mother cowering before a magyckal explosion!
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