The torn apart saint ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The stupid stormclouds destroy a vampire, appallingly. Drift hopelessly, mourn! It denies... The terrifying thoughts arise! My shamans disintegrate terrifyingly, darkly nevermore! Desolate hordes ride the bat of bitterness so recently. In the days of yore I was undivided... Did I so recently stand vainly? The figure of joy behind the mountain is lonely... Their formless termites reclaim their temple, excruciatingly... The sister heals the foul dream inside the priest dying beside a indestructible razor, as hideously as the dust through the cruel priestess. At last I am shattered... Their lonely martyr menaces , my dust swarms! In elder times they were fertile , yet still at last she is grass-wounded. Did I nevermore flutter bursting forth from their mountain clutching at a orgasmic waterfall, hopefully? In the darkest night , at the darkest hour , the truth is...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.