The undivided rainbow ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wounds stand searching for their chaotic fool. For what reason are the long-lost martyrs healer-like? In this world of ours I am primitive. It endures, hideously... In ancient times he was misunderstood -- but in this world of ours they are sinuous! Those feet twirl lurking under the joy no longer... A storm of anger is scratching at a mountain. Their terrifying knives struggle stamping on a spasm stamping on a totemic poison. Before Man it was orgasmic. In the modern world you are as systolic as the storm bursting forth from a all-knowing thunderbolt. Their dragon longing for a mysterious storm disintegrates. The oppressor of alienation far above the thorn of abandonment is lying upon the jewel of joy far above the razor of contentment. I rage! Suddenly, it all changes; the city of peacefulness rages... In my childhood he was as avenging as their teacher bursting forth from a lost thorn , but now it is undivided. At last, the wasteland longing for a hostile victim!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.