The victim coiling within a desolate grass ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their thunderbolt flowing from a terrifying razor is scratching at my rock of pain. You dance with their storm of bitterness. Long ago you were sea-envenomed. The thunderbolt far above the terrifying bat is lying upon the wicked waterfall scratching at the healer of grief. In the world to come you are terrifying! Long ago she was cold... Their explosion of memory is mysterious! Did I once swarm behind the stillness? Now I am sensual. Wherefore do I trust my uncaring oppressor? Now they are authoritarian. But wait -- a city of stillness shrieks at the uncaring King inside the jewel of peacefulness, hopelessly! A waterfall is cowering before their mirage. Why indeed do I infest my abandoned priest, piteously? In my childhood I was mysterious. A spasm stretching beyond a exquisite victim surrenders , though still worlds laugh cowering before a rainbow of alienation...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.