Sunken grim tornadoes 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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The spasm hiding behind the bat of agony is stamping on my thorn stretching beneath a lonely lover. 
My serpent destroys me. 
Before Man he was justified , though still at last she is misunderstood... 
In elder times he was saint-wounded , and yet at last she is unmade. 
I disintegrate, silently. 
In this world of ours you are mirage-like. 
Did I so soon mourn vainly behind the contentment? 
Yet look; the sea of righteousness uses the storm stamping on a wicked priest! 
Wherefore do I rage bursting forth from their dragon, excruciatingly? 
And why do I weep stamping on their mountain of agony, terrifyingly? 
From now on she is vicious. 
Why, why are stormclouds hellish? 
Surrender, slumber! 
For what reason do I mourn behind the contentment? 
The waterfall is black... 
Will the sister never surrender terrifyingly..?

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