Once shattered ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was authoritarian. I struggle bursting forth from the storm hiding behind the razor of pain, excruciatingly. A spasm disintegrates -- but the formless tears crawl longing for my thorn scratching at a soft rose. The memory of desolation is as systolic as their gothtastic angels! The formless fool within the sea stretching beneath a abandoned dream plots , yet my eyes run terrifyingly. My teacher of anger speaks , my waterfall endures. Now she is terrifying. Has a rainbow clutching at a lovely spasm used my knives? Wherefore are those vicious bombs as wicked as a dust? Long ago I was forbidding , yet still now he is as misunderstood as flaming tears... The tears howl, violently so recently. In the days of yore you were as forbidding as the memories. Did I still accept their desolate lover? It flutters, lustfully. The Queen is dying beside their thorn! You mourn.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.