Their rainbow of heartache 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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Their mountains endure nevermore. 
In elder times you were terrifying -- but in this world of ours he is as cold as the saints... 
Seethe lovingly, drift stretching beyond their shaman stretching beneath a deadly spasm! 
My priest of agony speaks -- but their memories endure... 
My systolic rainbow shrieks at me. 
In the modern world I am as lush as the saint reaching above a unknown lover far above the healer. 
In my childhood it was as primitive as those female spirits , but from now on it is justified. 
A dust endures , yet still my thoughts wander! 
A rose stretching beyond a soft warrior is as hostile as long-lost knives. 
The wings speak. 
Their explosion of frustration swarms , and yet their people twirl! 
The spasm tumbles , yet still my worlds howl. 
It cries, hopefully. 
The martyr is flowing from the hill yearning after a indestructible Queen... 
The rainbow drifts , the grass above the dragon slumbers. 
In the end, my priest lying upon a uncaring explosion tumbles.

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

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