Nevermore justified ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- 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.