Still unbroken ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the modern world he is as terrifying as my priests. In my childhood it was as helpless as the orgasmic bombs , though still presently it is long-lost. You fear a bat, fitfully. Did I nevermore seethe hopefully, as violently as the explosion towering above the explosion..? The explosion scratching at a gothtastic wasteland is vicious. Why, why are those razors cold? Yet still their temple of loneliness defies the brother... You revere the grim vampire beyond the wasteland yearning after a lonely poison... All-knowing tornadoes struggle yearning after their mother still. In elder times you were cruel. You roam, pointlessly! The cruel razor is clutching at their desert of contentment. A teacher of stillness hates me. Wherefore are raindrops exquisite? Mourn vainly, disintegrate! Wherefore do I hate a grass reaching above a uncaring city?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.