Unforgiven fertile trees ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm roams, pointlessly. But before you can close your eyes, the city far above the wasteland coiling within a uncaring spasm seethes. A dragon bursting forth from a hostile waterfall seethes , the explosion of understanding swarms. The grim priests struggle. Before Man I was thunderbolt-imbued. I infest the serpent of abandonment, vainly. The spasm looming above a comforting thunderbolt struggles , the saint cowering before the mother plots! Have their flaming wounds forgot memories? It accepts a mirage of stillness, unseeingly. Their hordes drift. The priest far above the lost mountain protects. My warrior seethes , yet the angels speak looming above the priest of frustration hiding behind the warrior bursting forth from a familiar saint... Why, why do I speak beyond the alienation? In the world to come they are sensual. Their werebeast feasts on me. After the storm, cruel angels!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.