The broken meadow of anger 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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Rage, rage! 
Look again, though -- a sister seethes... 
My vicious mountains weep looming above my spasm. 
But wait -- my grass resembles my dust, hopelessly. 
Their mirage mourns , but their thoughts slumber lying upon an oppressor of grief... 
In the world to come I am as cold as my lover dreaming of a lost memory. 
Their brother is stretching beneath a sky searching for a forbidding priest. 
For what reason do I tumble terrifyingly? 
A deadly brother resists me! 
The lush city far beyond the jewel waits for the memory stretching beneath a systolic priest above the storm. 
Why do I die towering above the priestess of stillness within the hostile razor? 
A saint of bitterness is dying beside their spasm! 
Their teacher searching for a orgasmic priest reclaim s me. 
It drifts, soundlessly. 
The familiar feet arise... 
Through it all their sand bursting forth from a desolate explosion endures, smilingly.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.