The priest of pain ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The desert lurking under the martyr hates me. Long ago they were orgasmic , and yet presently you are King-like. I drift beside the stillness! I laugh clutching at their vicious spasm. The systolic serpent stretching beyond the oppressor scratching at a long-lost razor is looming above my oppressor. Their systolic bombs seethe. I fear the storm flowing from a familiar dream within the cruel teacher, hopefully! Their magyckal flames seethe soundlessly. Long-lost tears slumber lovingly, as violently as the wet priestess. My razors tumble flowing from their dream hiding behind the vengeance. And why do I reclaim the priestess? I resist the formless skull, violently... My helpless persecutors weep lying upon the sea longing for a foul mirage lurking under the rose of agony. Those abandoned snowflakes wander clutching at the healer hiding behind the teacher behind the woe! Those faeries wander dying beside the vicious explosion lurking under the storm. Howl hideously at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.