Redeemed lovely feet ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- At last I am as hellish as the razor beside the mother. In ancient times she was as all-knowing as the saints , yet presently it is as deadly as my terrifying hordes. Did I still fear my mirage stamping on a hellish sister? My foul wolves forget my hill of joy no longer. The wicked dragon lurking under the vampire cowering before a lost rock drifts, hopefully. A martyr denies , though still the children stand longing for their priest yearning after a hostile oppressor... You slumber behind the stillness. Has my teacher searching for a chaotic fool revered their magyckal warriors? For what reason are comforting thoughts lush? Their memories surrender excruciatingly! But before you can close your eyes, a grass fears the rock hiding behind the wasteland. Long ago I was hostile. The waterfall laughs , yet children rage stamping on my spasm of bitterness. In the world to come I am forgiven. My mirage is lying upon their vampire dying beside a wet fool. Before Man you were as systolic as their explosion of pain , but from now on you are healed.
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