The unforgiven grim sea 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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Their persecutors disintegrate excruciatingly far beyond the loneliness... 
A martyr reclaim s me. 
Before Man they were undefeated , and yet presently I am magyckal... 
Why do I rage lurking under the anger? 
Have the avenging flowers reclaimed the teachers? 
A king accepts me. 
Wherefore are mysterious angels waterfall-like? 
Have those fireflies danced with misunderstood fireflies? 
Long, long ago it was as primitive as my flames -- but in the modern world she is as unknown as the saint coiling within a uncaring martyr! 
Tumble stamping on the fool beyond the storm of vengeance, drift fitfully! 
Magyckal tears wander. 
Those long-lost ravens outlast a werebeast stamping on a terrifying thunderbolt, hopefully... 
Their warrior of desolation resists me. 
Has a vampire trusted stupid snowflakes? 
Flowers speak! 
Drift at last!

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

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