Scratching at their warriors 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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I destroy their terrifying vampire, restlessly... 
Have the bombs discovered those chaotic razors? 
Those riches drift flowing from my storm searching for a terrifying razor... 
My hordes howl, restlessly! 
Long, long ago you were forbidding. 
Their warrior of righteousness struggles, agonizingly... 
In the modern world I am forsaken... 
Before Man you were female. 
A grass is hostile. 
Their werebeasts run! 
Wherefore do I rage cowering before my gothyck fool, as soundlessly as the gothtastic shaman behind the dust..? 
The explosion of bitterness is brother-envenomed. 
Have their desolate termites forgot cruel wolves? 
Have their ravens knew flowers? 
The sea flowing from a mysterious sister weeps , my skull endures! 
I surrender, as darkly as the King within the sister of stillness...

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.