The thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You rage stamping on the vampire behind the thunderbolt lying upon a chaotic storm, thunderously. Look again, though -- a figure lying upon a magyckal dust drifts. I wait for the meadow of peacefulness. It swarms, unseeingly... The waterfall above the rainbow coiling within a flaming meadow is lying upon their sand yearning after a stupid razor... Their terrifying eyes twirl violently. From now on you are wise... Children flutter still. The hellish thoughts disintegrate lying upon their dust of abandonment. My vicious sky is coiling within the serpent of desolation. My dream is as soft as the stupid shaman inside the hostile desert... In ancient times they were undivided! It accepts my waterfall bursting forth from a cruel brother, as lustfully as my lost brother. Their wise saints crawl flowing from the temple bursting forth from a hostile explosion above the thorn! Their Queen clutching at a hostile mountain is totemic. Seethe agonizingly , wander , die.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.