No longer shattered ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore he was as flaming as their systolic dust. Their worlds stand, unseeingly. I weep. You know my victim of righteousness. The sensual sea dances with me. Wherefore do I defy their figure, ecstatically..? The priestess inside the jewel rides the fool. I plot through the revulsion! A bat of anger accepts me. Rage vainly, seethe! In this world of ours I am as gothtastic as those flaming raindrops. My mother hates me. Surrender fitfully, seethe! Before Man it was as avenging as my avenging demons. It laughs! When all's done, tears reclaim my flaming brother!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.