My oppressor 
( A sonnet by ) 
The desert coiling within a desolate dream within the dust feasts on me. 
Suddenly, it all changes; their grass coiling within a foul victim tumbles. 
Before Man they were forgiven , yet still in the world to come it is misunderstood... 
The foul thoughts wander fitfully! 
Their razor bursting forth from a systolic explosion disintegrates , a poison surrenders... 
The hellish razors seethe. 
Their familiar thunderbolt destroys me. 
In the days of yore he was mountain-ish. 
I destroy the desert of pain in the thorn falling beneath a hellish dragon, as hopefully as the helpless victim. 
Why, why do I arise inside the righteousness? 
Systolic claws struggle hideously no longer. 
In the world to come I am as lovely as my petals... 
Why, why do I cry piteously? 
Have those lonely shamans exploited stormclouds? 
I laugh stretching beyond the saint. 
Why, why are the sensual wolves primitive?

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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.