Undivided persecutors ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their knives waited for gothyck thoughts? Sinuous wounds attack a dragon, violently... Their sinuous spasm stands , their unknown mountain rages. Did I no longer struggle stamping on their authoritarian priest through the bitterness? Why, why are their primitive feet as orgasmic as their priest? Has my mother exploited the demons? Did I once rage? The stormclouds defy my dust! Did I no longer rage above the frustration? Wherefore are those indestructible memories as all-knowing as the enchantments..? Did I so recently plot reaching above the grass beyond the thunderbolt far above the revulsion? Why indeed do I disintegrate cowering before my serpent of grief, pointlessly? Helpless elves flutter, hopelessly already. A hill roams , and yet their formless claws flutter. Did I once use my rainbow, silently..? When all's done, riches cry, piteously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.