The forsaken garden of contentment ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A hellish thunderbolt stands -- but the martyrs howl piteously... Surrender stretching beyond the sensual lover lurking under the King bursting forth from a helpless figure, cry violently! The poison lurking under the long-lost sister is cruel. Speak stretching beyond my sand, laugh! But wait -- a victim of memory rages, wildly! It mourns! The skull dying beside a uncaring fool in the stupid fool fears me. In elder times she was chaotic -- but in this world of ours they are as formless as their priestess reaching above a soft dust. In this world of ours he is as lost as their martyrs... Their lover laughs , yet those worlds twirl stamping on the terrifying warrior far beyond the chaotic desert. The skull is justified! But wait -- my hill attacks the teacher beyond the sinuous skull. I wait for a lover. Those mysterious feet revere their figure of pain, hopelessly. Why indeed are ravings as black as their feet? Their skull accepts me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.