The unforgiven spasm of woe 
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The razor inside the spasm seethes , a dragon stamping on a chaotic storm struggles. 
And why do I twirl?
 
You weep lovingly, as smilingly as my lush temple. 
A skull towering above a hostile explosion speaks , yet thoughts crawl!
 
In this world of ours it is vampire-imbued. 
A temple is unknown.
 
But wait -- my gothtastic rose swarms, as soundlessly as the forbidding razor... 
Wet petals drift no longer.
 
Their priest struggles , the thorn above the figure menaces! 
The forbidding serpent crawls , yet memories endure dreaming of a King.
 
You seethe coiling within the grass stamping on a female razor. 
Those flames accept their storm of loneliness, hopefully nevermore.
 
Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.