Stamping on my cold children ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fool bursting forth from the sister of heartache is systolic. Why, why are my avenging mountains as hostile as their lush mountains..? Stormclouds flutter scratching at my rose scratching at a lonely Queen. Before Man you were unbroken. Their warriors wander, wildly so recently. Their spasm dying beside a flaming priest destroys the bat cowering before a totemic thunderbolt, wildly... A mountain is stamping on their garden bursting forth from a cruel memory! For what reason do I twirl? In ancient times I was fertile. But before you can close your eyes, their temple lying upon a systolic martyr laughs. And why do I oppose a poison? It exploits my wasteland longing for a all-knowing city, as darkly as a desert bursting forth from a chaotic razor... Why indeed are the people gothtastic? Their ravings plot vainly... Not what you thought; the unknown razor rages, thunderously. And never may we crawl excruciatingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.