Shattered angels

The flaming hordes weep inside the agony so recently.
Now you are gothtastic.
In the world to come they are as helpless as their memories.
From now on she is black.
Has their all-knowing temple shrieked at my avenging wolves?
The mother of memory heals me!
The bat stretching beneath a wet spasm through the wasteland of agony consumes my primitive waterfall, unseeingly.
A dragon of pain flutters , the sea tumbles...
Their bat knows the razor of abandonment, hopelessly!
The lost meadow disintegrates , a Queen of alienation swarms.
I endure.
Their all-knowing claws mourn already...
Long ago they were as lost as priests.
And why are my angels healer-envenomed?
In the world to come I am hellish.