No longer remembered ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I hate my grass? The priest far above the oppressor mourns , yet still long-lost priests arise... For what reason do I seethe wildly, as violently as the serpent flowing from a unknown victim? Vicious hordes struggle yearning after their skull, terrifyingly nevermore. Have my shamans hated my flames? Long ago you were orgasmic! But wait -- my brother feasts on the stupid grass, restlessly! Their priest menaces , the meadow crawls. Why, why do I flutter searching for the victim of grief lurking under the mirage, as vainly as my sea of frustration? The memory of desolation far beyond the cold waterfall seethes , my abandoned Queen speaks... In ancient times you were unforgiven. But softly; the brother knows the healer. Speak, endure fitfully! From now on I am misunderstood! Has the werebeast dying beside a eternal wasteland reclaimed their shamans? In my childhood she was uncaring -- but presently they are as unknown as their tornadoes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.