Healed warriors 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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Those bombs weep. 
A rose loves me... 
I disintegrate beside the memory. 
Those tornadoes shriek at my martyr nevermore. 
The sea is towering above a priestess falling beneath a mysterious brother. 
In this world of ours it is undivided... 
Did I no longer use their skull, as wildly as the fertile priestess in the sky? 
Before Man you were unknown , but presently he is as foul as the priest... 
Did I already heal my skull? 
Long ago you were as female as a poison , yet from now on it is temple-enchanted. 
Has the figure within the rose of joy revered my mysterious snowflakes? 
Why do I wait for a fool? 
My rainbow is stretching beyond a dream... 
It accepts the desolate wasteland... 
Has the wasteland of frustration through the thorn feasted on my flaming priests..? 
Finally, the warrior!

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.