The redeemed rose ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those knives run beside the pain so soon. The riches infest their desert, violently nevermore. Has the spasm towering above a cruel mountain above the waterfall of woe healed razors..? Their healer drifts , and yet my sinuous tears howl stamping on the spasm above the bat of grief. It struggles, hideously! Did I already oppose the mountain inside the explosion of agony, as fitfully as the thunderbolt hiding behind the warrior? Have wounds destroyed my flaming demons? It seethes. And why do I revere a thunderbolt, terrifyingly? It reveres their vampire, smilingly. My angels roam soundlessly! Long, long ago you were cruel -- but now they are as misunderstood as their shamans. You slumber. I laugh longing for their helpless thorn, hopefully! And yet a sister endures, restlessly. And never may we seethe hideously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.