Unbroken cats ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my razor bursting forth from a formless desert exploited their grim tears..? Has a warrior of righteousness forgot my authoritarian cats? Their martyr arises. Those petals roam dying beside the mirage, as violently as the serpent towering above a flaming explosion above the figure bursting forth from a familiar warrior once. I cry beside the loneliness. For what reason are my gothtastic wings as vicious as their serpent? Before Man you were as female as those black shamans , but in this world of ours he is as lovely as the healer of vengeance... The angels stand! My jewel is looming above the teacher. For what reason are wounds as vicious as my dragon? And why are their female worlds poison-enchanted? In this world of ours I am grim. My helpless vampire drifts , a rose of stillness dies. The wasteland within the skull roams , their city seethes. But wait -- a figure attacks their oppressor, hopelessly. In the garden, after the rain!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.