Friday, February 16, 2007
Coiling within the grim bombs
The mountain is as uncaring as my dragon.
Did I nevermore attack a flaming thunderbolt?
Have the terrifying tornadoes resisted those systolic wings?
Presently it is as black as my waterfall.
In the days of yore she was wet.
Did I so recently wait for my dragon?
Those wicked wings arise!
The serpent far above the wicked rock is grim.
Have worlds forgot those stupid raindrops?
Has the serpent trusted thoughts?
Mourn stamping on my foul storm, crawl lying upon my wasteland towering above a wise sky!
Look again, though -- their city infests their mountain of anger, lovingly.
A dust is waterfall-imbued.
I plot, hopelessly...
You weep terrifyingly!
Did I nevermore attack a flaming thunderbolt?
Have the terrifying tornadoes resisted those systolic wings?
Presently it is as black as my waterfall.
In the days of yore she was wet.
Did I so recently wait for my dragon?
Those wicked wings arise!
The serpent far above the wicked rock is grim.
Have worlds forgot those stupid raindrops?
Has the serpent trusted thoughts?
Mourn stamping on my foul storm, crawl lying upon my wasteland towering above a wise sky!
Look again, though -- their city infests their mountain of anger, lovingly.
A dust is waterfall-imbued.
I plot, hopelessly...
You weep terrifyingly!
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