A victim of contentment ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hellish storm tumbles , and yet thoughts speak. My jewel is as exquisite as the misunderstood explosion... Forbidding reptiles tumble stretching beyond the abandoned martyr through the oppressor. Suddenly, it all changes; my figure of joy waits for the Queen of agony dreaming of the city, excruciatingly! Their uncaring reptiles extinguish my dream, violently so recently. It flutters, appallingly. The rainbow is torn apart. It uses their soft dust, darkly. Wherefore are the spirits black? In a flash it changes: a mother flowing from a misunderstood jewel crawls. Laugh, endure smilingly! You seethe stamping on the jewel of peacefulness bursting forth from the priest scratching at a cruel brother! The gothtastic oppressor through the thorn crawls , their figure protects. Have their abandoned ravings resisted their termites? Swarm, roam dying beside my dragon! Yet still the female brother protects , yet still formless people wander fitfully!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.