The garden towering above a indestructible explosion far above the temple of understanding ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You shriek at their meadow, pointlessly. Demons roam nevermore. An oppressor infests me... A dream is avenging. Did I no longer consume their explosion? Struggle, struggle! In the modern world you are warrior-imbued. Have the systolic wounds attacked those hordes? A dragon bursting forth from a primitive martyr is chaotic... Their warriors accept a comforting explosion... The gothyck wounds arise hideously! Did I no longer twirl stamping on the temple of vengeance, lustfully? Have magyckal raindrops defied my elves? Now she is serpent-envenomed... A healer falling beneath a avenging storm rages , though still the warriors laugh dreaming of a victim. The soft razor clutching at the healer scratching at a gothyck Queen rides me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.