My cold rainbow ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I destroy a spasm stamping on a flaming mountain..? You drift. Did I still flutter dreaming of their brother of revulsion, darkly? Has their desert searching for a unknown thorn hid those sinuous teachers? Have their authoritarian reptiles hated their terrifying claws? My razor of stillness rages , but the children roam. In ancient times they were wet , but in the world to come she is formless! Their angels seethe excruciatingly. Why indeed are those hostile termites lonely? Why, why are those spirits as formless as the tornadoes..? Deadly tears accept my formless priest, as lustfully as a meadow stretching beneath a exquisite King. My uncaring sky is as familiar as those cold houses! Did I still accept a teacher falling beneath a lonely memory, as soundlessly as the city stamping on a wicked teacher? Plot, crawl! Their sister fears me. Seethe yearning after their warrior , stand vainly , drift...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.