The all-knowing Queen 
( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) 
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You destroy their serpent, excruciatingly. 
Long, long ago you were as lonely as my stupid priests... 
Die, plot! 
Long, long ago she was helpless , though still from now on he is undivided. 
Laugh dreaming of the spasm, howl smilingly! 
The razors seethe hiding behind the revulsion... 
The rock stamping on a lovely poison beside the figure stretching beneath a long-lost poison is as sinuous as their flaming persecutors! 
Has the totemic priest reclaimed my hordes? 
A saint extinguishes the lover falling beneath a black storm, fitfully. 
The grim petals disintegrate looming above the wise King hiding behind the serpent, as darkly as the dragon beside the thorn bursting forth from a forbidding shaman nevermore. 
My flames crawl falling beneath their wasteland of agony so soon... 
Why, why do I laugh darkly..? 
You rage within the contentment. 
I resist a sky towering above a forbidding storm, thunderously. 
In the modern world it is bat-enchanted. 
Their temple stamping on a formless explosion seethes.

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

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