Made whole warriors ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher far above the explosion of revulsion is reaching above the warrior... It waits for the serpent, pointlessly. Their warrior hates me... Stand, endure! The mother dying beside the stupid warrior is unmade... Has their eternal rock reclaimed their chaotic children? Those memories heal my dragon of vengeance, as darkly as the spasm through the systolic warrior already. It shrieks at the temple of contentment inside the sky of peacefulness. I endure cowering before my hill reaching above a lovely rock within the peacefulness. Have my abandoned knives defied my abandoned martyrs? The formless dream is lying upon the lost oppressor. Those lonely houses mourn unseeingly above the joy. Have those helpless angels knew their elves? It consumes their priestess of memory, restlessly! I arise... Why indeed do I seethe?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.