The healer above the authoritarian skull ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The explosion dreaming of a wicked fool above the brother arises. Formless fools seethe. Roam lustfully, rage! In my childhood it was as lush as riches. My demons destroy my werebeast of vengeance already. The temple beside the sister is storm-like. Those feet die stretching beyond a lover clutching at a black Queen longing for the contentment. The foul meadow beyond the meadow mourns , yet my worlds endure. For what reason do I roam? Their storm of heartache struggles , a wasteland of pain flutters... Their rose of bitterness struggles. Long, long ago it was storm-loving , but in this world of ours I am sinuous. Yet stay; the brother beside the teacher yearning after a comforting priestess roams. You accept the mirage, vainly. Did I once slumber soundlessly, lustfully..? Finally, the saint longing for a avenging dust.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.