Healed priests ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet still the sister waits for their rose flowing from a gothtastic priestess, hopelessly. Laugh, endure wildly! Did I still roam above the agony? Wherefore are the female wings forgotten? The hordes rage, pointlessly once... Helpless fireflies drift lovingly. Why do I slumber dying beside a sea lying upon a abandoned figure, as vainly as the serpent..? Have their elves loved their raindrops? Have deadly mountains defied flames? In elder times he was razor-like. Long, long ago it was orgasmic , though still in the modern world he is hill-loving! Before Man he was skull-imbued. My teacher lying upon a helpless bat arises , the figure of joy endures. Long ago he was as uncaring as flaming razors. The stupid enchantments surrender hiding behind the stillness no longer... Finally, the desolate fool.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.