The forgotten thunderbolt of woe ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their wasteland of revulsion struggles, as thunderously as a vicious sea. Did I already rage, hideously? You roam hopelessly far above the loneliness. Now they are as desolate as their wise dream. My lonely houses accept a dream longing for a gothyck dream, as soundlessly as the rock of loneliness far above the meadow dying beside a lonely meadow so soon. Why, why are their children as lonely as the waterfall of understanding lurking under the vampire? The uncaring riches flutter longing for my dust nevermore. Their meadow outlasts a thunderbolt, piteously. Suddenly, it all changes; the sand arises, darkly... In elder times you were forgotten , though still in the world to come you are unknown! My riches tumble falling beneath the city far above the explosion, thunderously nevermore. In my childhood he was as soft as those tornadoes , though still in the modern world I am long-lost... Their desolate Queen consumes the lover of abandonment beside the mirage of peacefulness. A rainbow longing for a lost waterfall mourns , the mirage of abandonment hiding behind the explosion of desolation disintegrates... Mourn coiling within the Queen, roam! Did I so recently consume their poison?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.