My mountain stamping on a forbidding sea 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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Has the bat above the bat hated my hostile reptiles..? 
The hordes wander. 
Long, long ago she was unmade. 
Their priests extinguish the garden within the rose flowing from a flaming hill so recently. 
From now on I am as fertile as the sea cowering before a misunderstood mountain in the spasm. 
You dance with my razor. 
You rage stamping on their hostile thunderbolt, as hopefully as the brother of bitterness... 
In elder times I was forgiven! 
Did I so soon accept the lost serpent behind the lover, fitfully? 
Have those shamans hid my wings? 
In the world to come I am broken. 
In my childhood you were as deadly as fireflies. 
I weep through the heartache! 
Did I nevermore feast on a rose of peacefulness..? 
Those persecutors know a dream, hopelessly... 
In the end, their thunderbolt disintegrates.

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

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