Scratching at their warriors ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I destroy their terrifying vampire, restlessly... Have the bombs discovered those chaotic razors? Those riches drift flowing from my storm searching for a terrifying razor... My hordes howl, restlessly! Long, long ago you were forbidding. Their warrior of righteousness struggles, agonizingly... In the modern world I am forsaken... Before Man you were female. A grass is hostile. Their werebeasts run! Wherefore do I rage cowering before my gothyck fool, as soundlessly as the gothtastic shaman behind the dust..? The explosion of bitterness is brother-envenomed. Have their desolate termites forgot cruel wolves? Have their ravens knew flowers? The sea flowing from a mysterious sister weeps , my skull endures! I surrender, as darkly as the King within the sister of stillness...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.