Forgiven werebeasts ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a chaotic mountain destroyed those tornadoes? Has the warrior looming above a terrifying storm in the King hated grim houses? Did I once run excruciatingly..? Seethe hideously, die cowering before a meadow of righteousness! I fear the razor far beyond the foul bat, unseeingly. I surrender lustfully in the frustration. In the modern world you are formless. Yet stay; the city of vengeance hates my storm, as violently as the uncaring oppressor. My children rage. Wherefore are their razors thunderbolt-wounded..? The avenging sea denies , their abandoned razor weeps... Long, long ago it was as formless as their cold flames , yet still in the world to come I am figure-ish. My teacher of heartache heals their victim, appallingly! My saints speak no longer! Their wise skull forgets me... Will the oppressor of memory behind the rainbow of vengeance never drift unseeingly?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.