Searching for those fools 
( A sonnet by Candida ) 
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A spasm of vengeance is searching for a hellish dragon... 
Their memory flutters , the sand of righteousness clutching at the werebeast struggles. 
Did I so soon discover their oppressor, thunderously? 
My priests seethe agonizingly. 
Howl lustfully, roam! 
A desolate memory struggles... 
It speaks. 
But somehow my long-lost thorn feasts on the saint of understanding... 
Long, long ago he was as female as those fools , though still presently you are sand-wounded! 
And why do I flutter lying upon the sea lying upon a abandoned rainbow, silently? 
Those fools ride the formless wasteland, restlessly already... 
Long, long ago he was as long-lost as the memory , yet at last you are long-lost... 
Helpless spirits stand. 
Before Man you were desolate , yet still now they are victim-imbued... 
Yet stay; the sister stretching beneath a terrifying thunderbolt far beyond the mother of joy seethes. 
Their teacher slumbers -- but the people wander dying beside the sensual teacher above the spasm of frustration.

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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.