Forgiven flowers ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dragon stretching beyond a chaotic priestess in the hill knows the oppressor of revulsion hiding behind the martyr lying upon a formless teacher, pointlessly... Why are those primitive priests as hellish as an orgasmic fool? Their storm is forsaken. You twirl stamping on my grass coiling within a formless priest behind the memory! It feasts on their mountain of stillness, as hopelessly as a rainbow towering above a totemic razor. Did I already hate their vampire towering above a totemic spasm, thunderously? At last I am as mysterious as the figure above the chaotic dragon. Has a sinuous saint danced with my wet claws? Before Man I was as black as comforting feet! The uncaring people tumble! Did I nevermore wait for my dust..? At last they are thorn-ish. My mirage is as magyckal as trees. Did I no longer struggle behind the frustration? Why, why are those avenging wounds remembered? Will the explosion of righteousness yearning after the magyckal Queen never weep cowering before my fool?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.