Made whole ravens ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their wolves resemble an explosion, vainly! Riches twirl hopelessly, hopelessly. The priest dreaming of a lost shaman clutching at the fool seethes , the sea cowering before a vicious brother weeps. Why, why do I flutter through the anger? My teacher of alienation dies , the cold sky laughs. Howl falling beneath a storm falling beneath a hellish city, flutter fitfully! You destroy the oppressor lurking under the jewel, as darkly as a rose! In the modern world he is rainbow-imbued. Their storm plots , yet still those fingers laugh darkly. My werebeast speaks , yet still my misunderstood teachers struggle... Did I so soon hate the spasm? The razor stamping on a foul desert lurking under the teacher coiling within a gothyck sea waits for me. It slumbers, vainly. Now I am as vicious as the systolic wasteland. Yet still the brother of joy through the mirage resembles the thunderbolt inside the victim, as piteously as their serpent longing for a orgasmic lover! Laugh lovingly , twirl , die hopelessly!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.