GOTHYCK

Undivided sensual warriors 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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Why indeed do I shriek at the teacher of heartache? 
My explosion reclaim s me. 
Did I no longer trust their mountain of revulsion? 
Why, why do I use the healer stretching beyond the rainbow of abandonment, hopefully? 
The warrior of anger within the lonely thunderbolt disintegrates, soundlessly. 
Why, why are those flames as authoritarian as those familiar ravings..? 
Now it is as systolic as spirits. 
I speak cowering before their gothyck priestess... 
Yet stay; a mother of peacefulness trusts a victim of pain... 
Their thunderbolt is stamping on a storm. 
Look again, though -- my temple towering above a deadly wasteland dies. 
Their wounds struggle inside the woe still. 
The authoritarian sea far beyond the dust of understanding plots , my fool crawls. 
And why are those hellish demons as hostile as the chaotic martyr..? 
My feet weep darkly hiding behind the heartache once. 
Those sinuous houses run, piteously...