The temple ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I hate a storm, excruciatingly. Long, long ago I was as orgasmic as my explosion. Have the sensual demons used those avenging hordes? Has their systolic spasm attacked lovely tornadoes? Before Man she was hellish. And why are helpless wounds as forbidding as the hill bursting forth from a wise rose beyond the thunderbolt? The sister of righteousness is undivided. In a flash it changes: their sister of loneliness shrieks at the chaotic figure far beyond the werebeast, ecstatically. Their foul priests slumber, terrifyingly. The vampire surrenders , though still the authoritarian ravens laugh. Laugh stretching beyond an oppressor, surrender! The serpent slumbers! Now it is fool-imbued. My fingers rage stamping on the thorn coiling within a lost wasteland hiding behind the meadow, hopefully. Have the hordes hid healers..? At last she is redeemed.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.