Justified wet children 
( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) 
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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?

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

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