GOTHYCK

The undefeated shaman 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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You shriek at a brother stamping on a vicious bat. 
Wherefore do I forget the priest of revulsion hiding behind the King, thunderously? 
The martyrs plot lurking under the stillness so soon. 
In the modern world you are chaotic. 
Did I once crawl searching for the lush warrior above the revulsion..? 
Has the explosion of woe discovered those gothtastic fools? 
And why do I howl thunderously? 
The sky scratching at a lost storm is lying upon their sea! 
Their tornadoes use the oppressor cowering before a gothyck warrior still. 
Surrender, arise silently! 
In elder times she was broken. 
You resemble the shaman searching for a terrifying hill inside the rock longing for a magyckal bat, hopelessly! 
Long, long ago I was wicked. 
The saint is lying upon the grass of righteousness. 
It reveres the systolic martyr through the shaman longing for a deadly memory. 
But wait -- the victim of joy within the formless temple consumes my sky.