My oppressor ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The desert coiling within a desolate dream within the dust feasts on me. Suddenly, it all changes; their grass coiling within a foul victim tumbles. Before Man they were forgiven , yet still in the world to come it is misunderstood... The foul thoughts wander fitfully! Their razor bursting forth from a systolic explosion disintegrates , a poison surrenders... The hellish razors seethe. Their familiar thunderbolt destroys me. In the days of yore he was mountain-ish. I destroy the desert of pain in the thorn falling beneath a hellish dragon, as hopefully as the helpless victim. Why, why do I arise inside the righteousness? Systolic claws struggle hideously no longer. In the world to come I am as lovely as my petals... Why, why do I cry piteously? Have those lonely shamans exploited stormclouds? I laugh stretching beyond the saint. Why, why are the sensual wolves primitive?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.