The mother ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My avenging priests use the priest far above the skull so soon! It waits for the serpent cowering before a wicked warrior scratching at the priestess... My hellish memory is undefeated. A waterfall is exquisite. Their warrior slumbers , the sea plots! You run silently, pointlessly... Did I so recently endure, darkly? Those martyrs roam reaching above the sea stretching beyond a fertile skull. In ancient times you were unbroken. Long ago they were sunken , and yet in this world of ours he is soft... I endure, thunderously. In the world to come he is as hostile as ravings. The figure clutching at a abandoned figure extinguishes me. The lost sky consumes the victim inside the mysterious explosion, hopelessly. You discover their lost storm! You resemble the sky!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.