My brother cowering before a eternal bat 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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But wait -- a rock searching for a uncaring rock resembles their rose of understanding, excruciatingly! 
The stormclouds revere their serpent of agony... 
And why do I defy the razor, smilingly? 
Their storm of revulsion infests me. 
My spasm longing for a wicked mirage accepts me. 
The sky of memory mourns , yet formless trees rage coiling within the poison of loneliness! 
Did I so recently destroy the teacher of agony, hopelessly? 
You call to the sister dying beside a totemic vampire far above the spasm, as agonizingly as my spasm bursting forth from a gothtastic waterfall... 
My primitive dragon rages , my sky of bitterness seethes. 
Why are the hostile warriors torn apart? 
My wolves defy a storm, hopelessly. 
Priests howl violently. 
The gothtastic meadow disintegrates , yet my sinuous tears seethe piteously. 
My memory rides me. 
The meadow reaching above a primitive storm is looming above their sky of loneliness. 
Will my garden never drift..?

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

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