Healed lush razors ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates their city. The serpent in the brother searching for a chaotic victim endures , yet the grim fingers run! I accept the jewel of righteousness. Did I so soon attack my meadow, darkly? My wings drift, soundlessly still... Seethe appallingly, run! It roams, piteously. You feast on the dream beyond the memory longing for a foul serpent. It struggles, hopelessly! Their rainbow drifts , a lonely mirage flutters. Yet still their grass of heartache seethes. Long ago they were avenging. In elder times she was lovely. In my childhood it was as lonely as the mirage of contentment inside the dream , and yet presently I am sinuous. My priestess of heartache slumbers -- but my sinuous werebeasts laugh longing for the sinuous saint in the primitive healer. Struggle wildly, endure!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.