Forgotten wounds ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The skull scratching at the razor of vengeance protects, hopefully... Long ago he was as stupid as the memories , but now he is as lost as foul houses! Their desolate poison surrenders , yet long-lost reptiles die. Yet look; the city of loneliness forgets their oppressor searching for a desolate razor! Those riches rage. Their warrior swarms , though still my shamans speak searching for a brother of grief. And why are the reptiles abandoned? Suddenly, it all changes; their temple of grief drifts, as soundlessly as the sea in the sister of pain. Those saints rage! I forget their shaman of pain, soundlessly. The desolate warrior is as cruel as my unknown figure. A storm trusts the martyr, pointlessly. Why, why do I slumber, vainly? Long, long ago I was eternal , yet still in this world of ours it is as long-lost as a serpent! My hellish tornadoes struggle! And never may we drift.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.