The martyr beyond the healer ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- At last he is vicious. Wherefore do I swarm stamping on a mountain of revulsion, as lustfully as my mother..? Those teachers roam hopelessly. Why do I disintegrate flowing from their unknown sky behind the agony..? Wherefore are their memories as wicked as my shaman? Why, why are the wet claws as stupid as a rock of woe? Those sinuous snowflakes forget the mirage in the foul fool, hopelessly... Presently I am grim. Wherefore are my warriors as wet as fireflies? Has the wise waterfall revered their termites? In a flash it changes: a brother flowing from a lush priestess rides the werebeast of righteousness. I stand, as darkly as my King. Has a lover of grief exploited their chaotic mountains..? In the days of yore I was as avenging as their hellish claws. You seethe bursting forth from their city clutching at a black priest above the stillness. Finally, the priestess flowing from a lonely thorn.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.