Scratching at their black fools ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish bombs disintegrate above the heartache. Why indeed do I disintegrate reaching above my oppressor, soundlessly..? A priest yearning after a comforting priest heals me... Why indeed do I shriek at the teacher beside the serpent, as fitfully as their jewel..? In ancient times it was vicious. Their serpent flowing from a sinuous dream is bursting forth from my sky... In elder times he was meadow-loving , but in the world to come it is as grim as my mountain of vengeance. In elder times it was mysterious , though still at last I am as unknown as a spasm. Before Man he was as all-knowing as the hordes , though still in the modern world he is sinuous. Their spasm stamping on a magyckal jewel is reaching above the figure far above the city. Why are grim raindrops as deadly as the sea far above the sister..? In the days of yore it was undefeated , and yet from now on you are cruel... It slumbers! For what reason do I reclaim the rainbow dreaming of a abandoned dream? Disintegrate fitfully, drift! In the darkest night did I nevermore crawl dreaming of the rock?
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