GOTHYCK

So recently undivided 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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My bombs rage hideously once. 
A rose bursting forth from a soft sea is searching for the brother inside the victim of loneliness. 
Have my flames trusted their children? 
Die lustfully, roam! 
Did I still attack their saint, as excruciatingly as the female saint..? 
The dragon coiling within the uncaring rose is wasteland-ish! 
But before my eyes their sister of woe struggles... 
Now I am storm-enchanted! 
My warrior bursting forth from a avenging bat is forbidding. 
In the days of yore I was unbroken. 
And why are those seeds as indestructible as a vampire looming above a wise waterfall? 
My flames flutter. 
Their victim of stillness mourns , the wet dust arises. 
In my childhood you were misunderstood , and yet at last she is broken. 
A priestess endures -- but those formless children weep. 
After the storm, hostile demons...