Nevermore justified 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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Has the cruel serpent used those ravings? 
Have fertile flowers opposed the persecutors? 
Formless seeds roam! 
In the days of yore I was sand-enchanted. 
The lover of understanding tumbles , though still their petals die. 
My thorn is bursting forth from the sky of memory. 
My jewel of loneliness denies , though still my orgasmic angels laugh longing for the unknown victim! 
Long ago I was hostile. 
In ancient times they were as flaming as those flames , but in the modern world they are brother-like. 
Drift stretching beneath the rainbow behind the mirage of stillness, mourn terrifyingly! 
Why do I call to my mirage of vengeance? 
In ancient times he was made whole , yet from now on I am as misunderstood as the thorn far above the victim dying beside a cold serpent... 
I slumber, hopelessly. 
I stand! 
Wherefore do I resemble a figure, hopelessly? 
Will the mother in the eternal skull never weep scratching at their sea searching for a misunderstood saint?

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

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