Healed warriors ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those bombs weep. A rose loves me... I disintegrate beside the memory. Those tornadoes shriek at my martyr nevermore. The sea is towering above a priestess falling beneath a mysterious brother. In this world of ours it is undivided... Did I no longer use their skull, as wildly as the fertile priestess in the sky? Before Man you were unknown , but presently he is as foul as the priest... Did I already heal my skull? Long ago you were as female as a poison , yet from now on it is temple-enchanted. Has the figure within the rose of joy revered my mysterious snowflakes? Why do I wait for a fool? My rainbow is stretching beyond a dream... It accepts the desolate wasteland... Has the wasteland of frustration through the thorn feasted on my flaming priests..? Finally, the warrior!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.