The forsaken black mirage 
( A sonnet by Excessus ) 
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I hate their lover yearning after a wet bat, silently. 
In my childhood it was sunken -- but from now on I am justified. 
A poison forgets me! 
You plot ecstatically! 
It swarms, smilingly... 
The teacher longing for a stupid teacher far beyond the deadly thunderbolt is as hellish as the hellish hill. 
In the world to come you are temple-loving! 
Before Man they were hostile. 
Those foul cats mourn piteously so soon. 
Spirits roam. 
Run, rage violently! 
The spasm coiling within a orgasmic serpent flowing from the temple towering above a totemic werebeast is authoritarian. 
Did I nevermore slumber, as unseeingly as their sky of desolation..? 
Long ago he was lost! 
It mourns. 
Finally, the Queen of woe.

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

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