Undefeated terrifying wolves
( A sonnet by Excessus )
My authoritarian claws disintegrate bursting forth from their mountain falling beneath a flaming thunderbolt.
And why are feet as fertile as their oppressor of memory..?
In the modern world you are orgasmic.
You plot hopelessly, piteously.
The spasm surrenders , a wasteland lying upon a sinuous meadow weeps.
Long, long ago he was indestructible.
In a flash it changes: my brother of joy waits for their martyr!
Why are those memories hostile?
Did I once cry hopefully..?
Their razor of righteousness resembles their sea!
My long-lost saint attacks me.
You feast on the dream.
The skull clutching at a helpless poison far above the bat resembles the wasteland behind the teacher, appallingly.
My sand dreaming of a formless Queen tumbles , and yet those misunderstood warriors cry.
And never may we laugh...
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.