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Goth Poem. [Jun. 25th, 2005|11:51 pm]
The American Caliban
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Redeemed flaming fireflies

Their saint flowing from a helpless mother reveres me.
A spasm is towering above a razor!
A dust towering above a forbidding grass drifts, hopefully.
Disintegrate, surrender yearning after the teacher behind the explosion!
At last it is gothtastic.
Through it all my victim clutching at a gothtastic victim protects, wildly.


(created with the Goth Poetry Generator from this Poetry Generator page.

[User Picture]From: satoribee
2005-06-26 08:12 pm (UTC)

The remembered fertile sea

The priestess of joy far beyond the brother coiling within a familiar teacher uses me...
My hordes roam stamping on the wasteland lurking under the black mirage.
The grim flames slumber silently.
You heal their mirage.
Did I so soon trust their comforting rainbow, as unseeingly as the sinuous sky inside the martyr bursting forth from an unknown hill..?
Beyond the borders of sanity it endures.

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[User Picture]From: rpkrajewski
2005-06-27 12:21 am (UTC)

Hah !

This is what it's all about.
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