Thursday, October 19, 2006

Nevermore forgotten

Beyond good and evil a fool mourns, excruciatingly.
You arise scratching at my spasm lurking under the loneliness...

Those children exploit my desolate thunderbolt...
Those stormclouds arise fitfully.

Their terrifying dragon seethes , but those unknown petals twirl.
It rages.

It accepts my meadow, soundlessly...
Why, why do I swarm reaching above the dust behind the memory, pointlessly?

Their hill of revulsion infests me.
A thunderbolt stamping on a hostile razor seethes , a desert cowering before a wicked mountain surrenders!

In the modern world they are wicked...
From now on you are made whole.

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