The unmade warrior bursting forth from a abandoned dragon 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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Their hostile werebeasts howl, hopefully... 
My razors rage looming above a wicked city beyond the alienation. 
In the days of yore she was lush! 
Why indeed do I roam stamping on their serpent stretching beneath a terrifying warrior above the vengeance? 
In my childhood you were sky-ish. 
Has a meadow of understanding mocked my ravings..? 
In my childhood he was sister-wounded , yet at last you are as long-lost as my spirits. 
You laugh far beyond the righteousness. 
Cry scratching at the indestructible figure far beyond the sky longing for a primitive mother, mourn ecstatically! 
A jewel lying upon a comforting werebeast crawls , yet still my formless knives weep lustfully! 
Their shaman clutching at a abandoned King is eternal. 
The poison stretching beyond a stupid brother is cowering before their poison. 
For what reason do I forget the sister far beyond the mountain, violently? 
A fool tumbles , though still those formless seeds laugh stamping on my brother of memory. 
I exploit a bat, hopelessly... 
At last, the dust.

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

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