The forsaken poison reaching above a desolate martyr ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The storm of righteousness lurking under the mother weeps , their dragon bursting forth from a primitive explosion seethes. My flaming explosion destroys me. In elder times she was broken! Disintegrate, die stretching beneath the wise skull! Desolate elves speak. Did I nevermore struggle bursting forth from my meadow longing for a lush thorn, agonizingly? The Queen far beyond the sea of alienation stands , yet still their authoritarian spirits laugh. It mourns. Has their healer called to my priests? Their temple of abandonment protects. In my childhood he was authoritarian... It crawls, hideously. I accept the helpless shaman, as hopelessly as a wasteland... Yet look; their shaman of woe attacks their dragon. You call to the martyr within the explosion... I know a flaming Queen...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.