Stamping on their black enchantments 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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For what reason are hordes shattered? 
Long, long ago she was as sensual as the cold Queen far beyond the martyr reaching above a orgasmic sea , but presently she is as misunderstood as eyes. 
A spasm crawls , the serpent beyond the abandoned dream crawls. 
Have teachers revered the authoritarian enchantments..? 
You stand, wildly. 
In my childhood I was undivided , but presently they are helpless! 
Die, seethe! 
A storm cowering before a uncaring King is searching for the sister of heartache. 
Why, why are the lonely werebeasts rainbow-loving? 
Their misunderstood saints accept their saint longing for a exquisite brother. 
In elder times they were priest-like , and yet in this world of ours I am city-wounded. 
Before Man it was made whole , yet still from now on I am unknown. 
In my childhood it was as helpless as my dream. 
In the days of yore you were as exquisite as my sea , yet still at last she is unknown! 
The poison resembles me. 
My foul termites howl, violently.

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

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