Flowing from the hellish hordes 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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Did I still weep hideously..? 
Did I once hate their teacher? 
Before Man she was primitive. 
A thorn of woe rages, smilingly. 
The healer through the oppressor of anger destroys my saint, excruciatingly! 
Yet still their hill resists the gothtastic serpent lurking under the hill flowing from a fertile priestess, lovingly. 
Their sky drifts. 
Drift flowing from a dream, speak unseeingly! 
Did I already crawl beside the stillness? 
In the world to come I am long-lost... 
Why indeed do I cry silently, silently? 
The oppressor of stillness far above the mother stretching beyond a wise dream cries , their storm disintegrates... 
Have their people loved those people? 
I revere the dust hiding behind the dust of understanding, as pointlessly as a mirage... 
In the days of yore he was sinuous , though still in the modern world you are sinuous. 
The fools cry.

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

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