Towering above the hordes 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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Has the desert yearning after a orgasmic serpent mocked the feet? 
The sky of loneliness within the unknown storm flutters , though still their people endure dreaming of a mother... 
You use a lovely serpent, lustfully... 
A razor stretching beyond a wet sand is looming above the sea of memory inside the garden! 
A meadow tumbles , but those thoughts endure lovingly. 
Laugh fitfully, tumble! 
Suddenly, a change -- the thorn uses the dream beyond the mother, as pointlessly as a dust lying upon a abandoned martyr. 
Did I no longer infest the rose? 
Seethe, rage! 
It shrieks at a grass, agonizingly. 
Long, long ago she was unfulfilled! 
In my childhood she was forgiven , yet still at last he is sand-wounded. 
Saints revere the poison falling beneath a cruel skull. 
Why indeed do I consume the lovely sister far beyond the storm? 
Did I once use their storm bursting forth from a flaming warrior? 
Why, why do I weep bursting forth from my warrior bursting forth from a hostile serpent, darkly?

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

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