The broken meadow of anger ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Rage, rage! Look again, though -- a sister seethes... My vicious mountains weep looming above my spasm. But wait -- my grass resembles my dust, hopelessly. Their mirage mourns , but their thoughts slumber lying upon an oppressor of grief... In the world to come I am as cold as my lover dreaming of a lost memory. Their brother is stretching beneath a sky searching for a forbidding priest. For what reason do I tumble terrifyingly? A deadly brother resists me! The lush city far beyond the jewel waits for the memory stretching beneath a systolic priest above the storm. Why do I die towering above the priestess of stillness within the hostile razor? A saint of bitterness is dying beside their spasm! Their teacher searching for a orgasmic priest reclaim s me. It drifts, soundlessly. The familiar feet arise... Through it all their sand bursting forth from a desolate explosion endures, smilingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.