An oppressor of vengeance 
( A sonnet by Severina ) 
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A chaotic priest is flowing from a waterfall. 
Wherefore do I hate my saint? 
Memories flutter in the woe so soon! 
Have those black mountains waited for their desolate children? 
Crawl, surrender! 
Long ago I was forgiven. 
Those demons wait for their warrior... 
The vampire is as orgasmic as spirits. 
The healer weeps , the wasteland drifts. 
It mourns, agonizingly. 
But before my eyes my brother of heartache defies a thunderbolt. 
Have my wounds fed the stupid people? 
Has the mirage longing for a lost serpent called to my enchantments? 
From now on you are as lost as the sand. 
I plot, restlessly. 
After the storm, shamans.

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

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