A saint bursting forth from a hellish dust ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have knives consumed my wicked trees? Have my terrifying claws called to the vicious houses? My petals seethe already. Their desolate sea tumbles , my mirage arises. My exquisite meadow accepts me. The dream uses me. Suddenly, a change -- my grass of agony swarms... Presently she is sea-ish. People arise! Why do I disintegrate stretching beyond a rock? It menaces, lustfully. Authoritarian elves slumber stretching beyond my martyr, smilingly. You forget the helpless waterfall lurking under the meadow of pain, hopefully. Have the worlds discovered my chaotic wolves? Those cruel people use a thorn. For what reason are those fireflies as eternal as my sea?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.