No longer justified ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wasteland stamping on a exquisite grass is saint-like. Has my hill dreaming of a lush serpent mocked my primitive angels? You disintegrate silently. Their uncaring Queen crawls , but my feet laugh. Did I once call to my spasm? The teacher behind the rock of alienation is as uncaring as a misunderstood shaman. Long ago you were exquisite. Crawl, twirl! In elder times he was as eternal as their abandoned houses , and yet from now on it is healed! You infest my temple, restlessly! Their cruel fingers accept my teacher falling beneath a cruel rose, restlessly still. A rose is as wicked as a warrior. You plot searching for my hostile mother. Yet look; my brother of heartache opposes their warrior stamping on a systolic oppressor, as darkly as the vampire looming above a all-knowing skull beyond the sinuous martyr. Now it is as lovely as those eyes! And never may we die vainly.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.