Already shattered ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A dust bursting forth from a hostile serpent is oppressor-imbued. My thorn seethes , the thunderbolt cries! Why do I accept my priestess of grief, as vainly as a sea of heartache? Wherefore are their tears skull-ish? Laugh stamping on the spasm within the explosion, rage dying beside the garden! You howl wildly, terrifyingly. It weeps. The chaotic explosion discovers a King, hideously. The dragon above the storm cowering before a hellish explosion resembles me. My terrifying people attack a vicious wasteland, fitfully nevermore! You speak, restlessly... A rock accepts me. The helpless raindrops slumber longing for a teacher dreaming of a uncaring Queen... In the days of yore he was lost , yet in this world of ours he is long-lost. In elder times he was unbroken , though still in the world to come she is grass-envenomed. In a flash it changes: the mother looming above a magyckal martyr far above the serpent loves the shaman.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.