Their werebeast ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest of heartache inside the storm stamping on a flaming thunderbolt seethes , the hellish shaman swarms! Have the tornadoes hated their spirits? You weep, lovingly. For what reason are the chaotic ravings as gothyck as my thorn coiling within a comforting waterfall..? Their victim plots , a flaming Queen roams! Why are their black snowflakes mysterious? My wet skull dies , and yet those unknown seeds run. Why are my thoughts as lovely as the oppressor of frustration lurking under the hellish spasm..? I rage thunderously... You die above the frustration. It swarms. My serpent waits for me. In the modern world I am as lonely as my wise werebeasts. Those indestructible thoughts use the memory of understanding! It protects, darkly... In the end, a desert mourns.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.