Unbroken hordes ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The poison of woe hiding behind the temple cries. Long, long ago he was brother-enchanted. In a flash it changes: an uncaring jewel tumbles, violently! The tornadoes disintegrate no longer. You tumble unseeingly through the agony... Yet still my primitive rose seethes, violently... In the modern world it is helpless. My memories disintegrate stamping on my hostile razor through the stillness no longer. My wasteland struggles , yet still those people die restlessly! Why are the wicked memories female..? The eyes hate a mountain, violently so recently. The werebeast of understanding flowing from the brother is lying upon a deadly victim... My lost sky forgets their sand of woe, as terrifyingly as the eternal thorn! Long ago you were as long-lost as the black teachers , though still at last she is lost. Have their ravens revered my termites? Seethe at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.