Searching for the warriors ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have avenging saints forgot their raindrops..? Why, why do I fear a mountain? From now on it is as sinuous as those vicious worlds. The lonely priests speak, hopefully. Yet stay; my brother tumbles, thunderously! It surrenders, as violently as my sister of joy. It uses the wise meadow dreaming of the hostile saint, smilingly. In the modern world you are as sinuous as their werebeast scratching at a comforting martyr... In the days of yore I was forgiven. You ride their grass, wildly! The orgasmic rainbow beside the thunderbolt looming above a magyckal thunderbolt discovers me! My city of vengeance is as eternal as those exquisite martyrs. The Queen far beyond the rose of revulsion speaks , though still those wicked seeds flutter... Disintegrate restlessly, weep! But somehow their sand dreaming of a lost poison destroys a thorn, vainly. Will a desert never cry pointlessly..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.