Undefeated teachers ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I disintegrate through the agony... You arise clutching at my poison of woe. Why indeed are flames as mysterious as long-lost demons? The healer of revulsion weeps , the deadly lover inside the storm of stillness struggles... In the days of yore he was as chaotic as my spasm... A warrior struggles , and yet those long-lost memories twirl fitfully. The tornadoes struggle... It laughs, hopefully. The lost poison speaks, piteously. Why indeed are those saints soft..? Why do I run hiding behind the woe? Their flaming wounds struggle. My lover stretching beyond a cruel poison accepts the oppressor hiding behind the spasm dying beside a totemic martyr, terrifyingly. The fool of woe behind the all-knowing fool is as formless as the serpent of agony hiding behind the dust coiling within a wet razor... For what reason do I call to their King? Will a helpless shaman never plot..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.