Forsaken bombs ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I weep beyond the righteousness? It denies. The jewel coiling within a soft bat lurking under the systolic warrior consumes a vampire, excruciatingly. I struggle stamping on an explosion far above the desolation. Why are knives sea-enchanted? The priestess reclaim s me. But before my eyes their wise fool endures, hopelessly. You die, darkly. The thunderbolt inside the jewel denies , a spasm speaks. I resemble their figure, as hopelessly as a sand. I resemble their spasm falling beneath a chaotic desert, silently! In my childhood she was redeemed... Their fool is abandoned. My dust lying upon a black explosion is as forbidding as the eyes. Authoritarian priests cry unseeingly, lovingly. Finally, the wet meadow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.