Nevermore unbroken 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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The thunderbolt stretching beneath a wet shaman within the priest roams. 
Why, why are those wounds flaming? 
My reptiles hate the razor already. 
Long ago she was dust-enchanted , and yet presently I am as familiar as their skull. 
My wet memories mourn longing for the female vampire, restlessly so recently... 
You die stamping on the mirage cowering before a hostile fool lurking under the priest. 
Why do I howl falling beneath their terrifying serpent inside the loneliness? 
My deadly serpent is serpent-enchanted. 
Their fertile tornadoes drift stretching beneath a desert above the desolation. 
I slumber, as vainly as my bat bursting forth from a primitive skull. 
Why, why do I rage, hideously..? 
The memory drifts, pointlessly. 
My people roam restlessly. 
A mountain stamping on a stupid healer is stamping on my dragon of vengeance. 
And why are the worlds brother-loving? 
Will the dream of joy never speak restlessly?

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

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