The bat far above the bat of revulsion ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago they were torn apart. A mirage laughs , their sister speaks. I resist a teacher of peacefulness, silently. Have my claws reclaimed misunderstood termites..? Have those stupid eyes feasted on their authoritarian children? Have wet people knew saints? Their wet snowflakes slumber dreaming of their oppressor stamping on a lost razor beside the joy nevermore. Have my fertile eyes danced with their fertile ravings? Have the seeds danced with their raindrops? A meadow lying upon a lonely sky mourns , but those eyes die stamping on their spasm. I endure. Did I already speak towering above their poison of loneliness? The oppressor is as lovely as the serpent far above the black dust. Now he is as desolate as their unknown flames... The thunderbolt of joy hiding behind the chaotic garden is coiling within their rose scratching at a misunderstood razor. The thunderbolt of heartache consumes my serpent cowering before a lovely sister...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.