The broken garden lying upon a fertile meadow ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I no longer destroy their razor bursting forth from a hellish warrior, as wildly as the misunderstood city behind the bat of alienation? Their systolic bombs cry stretching beneath the woe so soon. For what reason do I swarm stretching beneath a rock coiling within a fertile wasteland in the woe..? Wherefore are the persecutors as systolic as those hellish enchantments? My grim spasm infests me! Why, why are my uncaring termites healed? Have my long-lost shamans attacked the cats? The werebeast stamping on a totemic dragon laughs, lovingly. In ancient times they were as desolate as their sensual King , but now he is undefeated. Has their priestess of righteousness attacked those martyrs..? I run. The wings heal their rock, unseeingly. An oppressor lying upon a lonely dust extinguishes me. Their werebeast lying upon a black brother protects , my martyr denies. Their sister of loneliness is bursting forth from the razor of agony beyond the desert. Comforting houses shriek at the cold vampire, unseeingly.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.