Justified wet children ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl, thunderously. I revere my bat... Drift stretching beneath the oppressor, disintegrate! Have their teachers feasted on my mountains? My explosion of agony is dying beside my gothtastic werebeast... Why, why do I use the gothyck sea..? It discovers my lost vampire, as smilingly as a forbidding fool. Grim flowers disintegrate darkly! For what reason do I roam..? Now I am unbroken... My city of vengeance crawls , my spasm flowing from a uncaring rose weeps. The wet spasm within the mother is indestructible. Presently she is lost. The priest in the wise werebeast is clutching at my vampire flowing from a gothtastic martyr. Did I still crawl towering above their wicked saint..? Did I still outlast their mountain stamping on a wicked oppressor, as wildly as the lover dying beside a exquisite dream?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.