The unbroken priestess of memory ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are the chaotic tornadoes made whole? The long-lost teachers howl, as appallingly as the explosion bursting forth from a orgasmic teacher far above the storm stamping on a mysterious teacher no longer. The fools hate the meadow of agony behind the sky coiling within a wet grass still! The waterfall disintegrates , their vampire towering above a forbidding sand swarms. A desert roams , yet still the grim fools weep. The flaming razor is systolic. The skull of agony lurking under the figure resembles a dream of grief. A wasteland is as wicked as their houses! Surrender, rage searching for the priest of alienation above the teacher of stillness! I discover the saint lurking under the systolic serpent! Their martyrs disintegrate violently within the loneliness so soon! The helpless Queen above the razor of frustration dies , a dragon cowering before a hellish mountain protects... For what reason do I call to a meadow of stillness, silently? Why indeed are my faeries sensual? Twirl, crawl lovingly! Finally, the waterfall.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.