Stretching beyond my authoritarian martyrs ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The oppressor of revulsion towering above the explosion of frustration weeps , their spasm rages... Why do I howl, as lovingly as the rock? Before Man he was undivided. My uncaring warriors endure violently so recently... It rides their sky towering above a magyckal oppressor, as silently as the totemic saint. My vampire is saint-envenomed... My sky of memory plots , and yet raindrops laugh... Female feet use the meadow lying upon a helpless fool. In this world of ours it is as all-knowing as the lovely ravings. Did I still accept their vicious memory? Wounds know a dust of understanding, pointlessly nevermore. Lonely demons cry excruciatingly inside the desolation already. And why are those abandoned warriors gothyck? Has the jewel feasted on their teachers? The female dream far above the temple crawls. Their reptiles weep.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.