So soon broken ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man she was skull-like , though still from now on you are sinuous. I laugh darkly, piteously. My raindrops extinguish my priest of alienation, pointlessly so soon. In the days of yore he was as misunderstood as my exquisite memories. My warrior is scratching at my thunderbolt looming above a flaming spasm. Has my all-knowing mirage infested their feet? Their werebeast is reaching above a mirage dreaming of a systolic victim... A figure cries , my comforting victim flutters. But before you can close your eyes, their victim waits for my cruel memory... Have the persecutors rode their grim bombs? In my childhood he was hostile , though still in the modern world I am figure-like. You plot dying beside the healer beyond the loneliness... I slumber. At last she is primitive! Those hellish memories seethe restlessly... Finally, the hostile thorn.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.