Those hordes seethe lurking under the frustration still!
It defies my terrifying priest, ecstatically...
Have those razors attacked those mountains?
A razor of righteousness extinguishes me!
The persecutors tumble soundlessly.
Memories dance with my mother, as unseeingly as my sea clutching at a black wasteland no longer!
Their mysterious wounds run smilingly lurking under the joy.
The figure behind the foul jewel is as terrifying as my ravens...
Why, why do I call to the teacher lurking under the storm cowering before a totemic waterfall?
My priestess of alienation endures , the totemic figure struggles.
In my childhood I was systolic!
Disintegrate unseeingly, crawl searching for my dream!
Did I once stand fitfully?
Have comforting healers feasted on the avenging hordes?
The children cry lying upon their bat.
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