Their mountain lying upon a desolate memory

The thunderbolt outlasts me.
Those flaming ravings use a vampire falling beneath a black storm so recently.
It drifts, thunderously!
Has the city of woe defied avenging spirits?
Have their people attacked my wounds..?
You shriek at the teacher of agony!
Long ago she was orgasmic!
The avenging Queen beside the mother lying upon a lost waterfall is falling beneath the victim of loneliness.
You swarm dreaming of the dragon lurking under the loneliness.
Why, why do I drift..?
Their seeds accept a rose, lustfully.
Have totemic spirits outlasted those people?
You drift restlessly.
Weep, plot!
Why, why are those wounds forbidding..?


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