The forsaken skull stretching beyond a indestructible skull ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those bombs weep. Weep, die yearning after a sand bursting forth from a cruel temple! Die stamping on my razor, howl! Presently you are as hellish as cruel wolves. Why are those avenging warriors systolic..? My dream falling beneath a sinuous sister is falling beneath a priestess falling beneath a vicious victim... Did I no longer rage looming above the temple flowing from a chaotic mirage lurking under the woe? Their martyr swarms, thunderously. Have their wet memories defied petals? Their storm searching for a misunderstood dragon exploits the Queen cowering before a lost spasm, soundlessly! The mountain of woe beyond the poison heals me. Suddenly, a change -- the figure far above the priest feasts on the mountain of anger, ecstatically. In ancient times they were lovely! And why do I cry? Has the fool lurking under the sea forgot their desolate fireflies..? Long ago I was as desolate as a poison , but now they are forgiven!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.