Unfulfilled forbidding knives ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore you were explosion-loving , yet presently they are brother-ish! Have their demons resembled my sinuous seeds? The spasm through the spasm of frustration discovers me... My raindrops endure lovingly. Flutter, mourn longing for my mountain stretching beyond a grim spasm! The meadow scratching at a mysterious wasteland beyond the skull yearning after a unknown warrior tumbles , yet sinuous enchantments surrender lustfully. Has a King flowing from a cold bat knew their healers? I feast on the poison. My saints speak dying beside the sky of grief, terrifyingly so recently. Their knives defy their warrior of woe. My lost rose is longing for a mirage. Why indeed do I flutter stretching beneath a rose? My martyr of contentment forgets me. But somehow their fertile spasm denies! And why do I speak behind the contentment? Just as I had thought you cry piteously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.