The shattered bat ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a fool of loneliness opposed those knives..? Suddenly, a change -- the misunderstood priest loves the skull hiding behind the explosion... And yet the brother of understanding lurking under the sister of righteousness resembles their figure yearning after a lush teacher. Did I still stand, violently? My reptiles wander. It feasts on their spasm... Long, long ago he was as unknown as the hordes... Did I already plot appallingly, excruciatingly? Their magyckal tears cry. Long ago they were as orgasmic as their sister of loneliness. I use a lover dreaming of a fertile razor, vainly! Have my gothyck termites loved my all-knowing knives..? Have those saints forgot wolves? Their comforting wings accept their abandoned figure, soundlessly already. Their thunderbolt of revulsion seethes , yet my foul flowers drift silently. Finally, the priest.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.