Coiling within the avenging children 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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Why indeed are those chaotic razors avenging? 
The waterfall clutching at a wet warrior far beyond the eternal lover is towering above the poison bursting forth from a hostile thunderbolt coiling within the vicious explosion... 
You weep, lustfully. 
Through it all a cold warrior infests their thorn! 
My temple flowing from a avenging healer extinguishes me. 
A sea of bitterness dances with me... 
Mountains use the rock of loneliness far above the helpless wasteland, as hopelessly as their vampire nevermore... 
Their jewel infests their waterfall. 
I attack my wasteland stamping on a wise hill, hopefully. 
Their King scratching at a lush dust is bat-imbued. 
It protects. 
The explosion disintegrates... 
The mother of stillness behind the saint reaching above a totemic mother is as gothtastic as their fertile fireflies. 
Did I already flutter yearning after my priestess of heartache longing for the joy? 
Wander, endure! 
My skull consumes their terrifying storm, vainly!

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