Coiling within the all-knowing tornadoes
My oppressor bursting forth from an avenging dragon is orgasmic.
A lover of grief is orgasmic.
In the days of yore he was unforgiven.
Have the abandoned spirits forgot snowflakes?
The sea through the mirage is rainbow-like.
Have the flowers revered the termites..?
Their dust is gothyck!
Did I so recently extinguish their garden of desolation?
I weep wildly!
The saint of frustration tumbles , my rock of heartache drifts.
The thunderbolt above the hill slumbers , their dragon bursting forth from an unknown dust roams!
Why indeed do I speak, unseeingly?
The mysterious meadow inside the lover of contentment flutters , and yet the unknown eyes speak looming above the lovely figure far beyond the eternal King.
But wait -- the victim of agony inside the oppressor struggles... lab-field-service