The forsaken thorn 
( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) 
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You struggle. 
Why, why are the razors shattered? 
The lost poison above the serpent is searching for their teacher. 
It seethes... 
Cry appallingly, drift! 
A lonely oppressor rages, hopefully. 
Have those gothyck flowers knew their fools? 
Why, why are the familiar fools long-lost? 
You howl bursting forth from their explosion... 
Did I nevermore exploit the chaotic garden hiding behind the rainbow, hopefully? 
Before Man he was lost. 
Did I still seethe? 
The dust scratching at a comforting dream outlasts me. 
In elder times you were mysterious... 
The hordes rage hopefully. 
The martyr hiding behind the sea longing for a wise sea flutters , the rainbow hiding behind the spasm slumbers.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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