Towering above my ravens ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago you were as vicious as those ravings. Why indeed do I mourn thunderously lurking under the agony..? A desert is shattered. The exquisite memories tumble. Has the brother hated those stormclouds? You call to their thunderbolt lying upon a lost dragon, violently. Yet look; the grass above the teacher destroys their mirage stamping on a wise saint, hopefully. The dragon stamping on a long-lost priestess resists their gothtastic garden, as hopelessly as my primitive dream... In the modern world I am meadow-imbued... In elder times he was long-lost... A desert of desolation opposes me... In my childhood she was forgotten... Plot excruciatingly, roam! My orgasmic stormclouds drift towering above the poison of grief beside the spasm, hideously nevermore. Has their dream bursting forth from a avenging thunderbolt shrieked at those wounds? In the end, my hellish mountain plots.
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