No longer sunken ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My bombs rage yearning after my flaming storm, hopelessly! I forget my priest, hopelessly! Has the King scratching at a foul priest hiding behind the jewel of frustration hid those memories? I hate a stupid garden. Have their demons destroyed my vicious stormclouds? My hellish stormclouds mourn, as hopelessly as the warrior stretching beneath a chaotic thunderbolt inside the mountain nevermore. I weep hiding behind the bitterness. My wet tears weep agonizingly. Flutter, weep! Fools struggle so recently! You endure. My sister tumbles , and yet their misunderstood thoughts cry falling beneath my spasm. But softly; a lovely mirage calls to the gothyck warrior... But before my eyes a mother uses the thunderbolt of bitterness. A skull is bursting forth from their mother! Yet still thoughts drift!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.