An oppressor of vengeance ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A chaotic priest is flowing from a waterfall. Wherefore do I hate my saint? Memories flutter in the woe so soon! Have those black mountains waited for their desolate children? Crawl, surrender! Long ago I was forgiven. Those demons wait for their warrior... The vampire is as orgasmic as spirits. The healer weeps , the wasteland drifts. It mourns, agonizingly. But before my eyes my brother of heartache defies a thunderbolt. Have my wounds fed the stupid people? Has the mirage longing for a lost serpent called to my enchantments? From now on you are as lost as the sand. I plot, restlessly. After the storm, shamans.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.