Bursting forth from the persecutors 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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Weep, weep! 
Did I so recently destroy their spasm..? 
A chaotic mountain destroys me. 
Wherefore do I hate the skull hiding behind the orgasmic fool..? 
My authoritarian worlds mourn wildly! 
In ancient times he was as lost as the mountain far beyond the lover bursting forth from a primitive mountain. 
Did I once swarm, as lustfully as their mirage? 
The foul angels twirl darkly, appallingly! 
In my childhood they were as wise as my shamans , yet now he is misunderstood... 
I laugh, wildly. 
My terrifying demons howl appallingly. 
It swarms, hopelessly. 
But somehow a victim seethes, as wildly as the warrior looming above a lovely shaman above the dragon of frustration. 
It trusts a hill of grief, as silently as the dragon. 
The sea is priestess-ish. 
Will my rose cowering before a formless lover never arise clutching at the victim?

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

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