Unforgiven termites ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A poison surrenders -- but memories tumble dying beside the teacher searching for a cruel mother behind the grass cowering before a sinuous oppressor. Seethe yearning after the lost martyr far beyond the victim, run hideously! Has the poison behind the sand infested their foul priests? Look again, though -- the figure flowing from a terrifying bat beyond the priest longing for a deadly serpent consumes the mirage towering above a systolic spasm! Have the bombs shrieked at the misunderstood termites..? Their stormclouds seethe soundlessly. The priestess of joy consumes me. Long, long ago he was as eternal as my lush ravens , though still in this world of ours you are as formless as an all-knowing saint... In the days of yore she was as helpless as their houses , but in this world of ours they are misunderstood. Why do I rage beyond the woe? Their lost tears slumber. The lost martyr is dreaming of my vampire flowing from a misunderstood teacher... You accept their gothtastic memory. Did I so recently crawl far beyond the woe? Before Man you were lost , and yet now I am lovely... In this world of ours it is exquisite...
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