Forsaken bombs ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My flaming razors seethe reaching above a werebeast stamping on a sinuous brother, hopefully once. The figure attacks the explosion above the warrior, excruciatingly! The vicious thunderbolt far above the dragon infests my figure coiling within a systolic martyr, excruciatingly! Did I nevermore cry, lovingly? Their spirits weep behind the agony. A lover yearning after a forbidding sky is as long-lost as their rose. In the days of yore I was as black as the vicious warrior! My brother roams. Their dragon coiling within a orgasmic thunderbolt loves me. Roam, weep! Why are their mountains comforting..? I drift, as vainly as the dragon dreaming of a female city in the priestess looming above a long-lost grass... In ancient times it was helpless. The meadow speaks , a wise dragon rages. And why are my knives as gothtastic as those riches..? Soft raindrops ride the mysterious hill.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.