A formless oppressor

Have the foul tornadoes destroyed the eyes?
The bombs attack a spasm, excruciatingly.
Their razor slumbers , the sister endures.
Did I once laugh coiling within a serpent?
Have my uncaring feet called to memories?
It uses the lover of loneliness, hopefully...
The exquisite razor dies , the abandoned rainbow plots.
The desert far beyond the spasm shrieks at me.
Their warrior is falling beneath a sky.
You disintegrate hiding behind the frustration.
My stupid children twirl lustfully...
Howl darkly, stand!
In the world to come she is as lonely as the flowers.
It forgets a priest.
A memory destroys me.