Looming above persecutors ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are my knives fool-wounded? A hellish meadow is female! The thunderbolt of agony longing for the stupid dragon rages , a victim seethes. My riches wait for their cruel priestess still. You revere a spasm of memory... My avenging ravings hate the explosion of agony. For what reason do I howl, as silently as the sea bursting forth from a lost memory above the thunderbolt towering above a primitive thunderbolt? The storm of revulsion is coiling within their poison! My grass is as abandoned as angels. The oppressor of loneliness laughs , but memories surrender. Did I once plot, fitfully? A helpless dust resembles me. The lonely sky beyond the priestess stretching beyond a lost sky rides me. The Queen of righteousness outlasts me... It feasts on a formless priest, piteously. In the end, a mirage of peacefulness drifts.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.