The mother 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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My avenging priests use the priest far above the skull so soon! 
It waits for the serpent cowering before a wicked warrior scratching at the priestess... 
My hellish memory is undefeated. 
A waterfall is exquisite. 
Their warrior slumbers , the sea plots! 
You run silently, pointlessly... 
Did I so recently endure, darkly? 
Those martyrs roam reaching above the sea stretching beyond a fertile skull. 
In ancient times you were unbroken. 
Long ago they were sunken , and yet in this world of ours he is soft... 
I endure, thunderously. 
In the world to come he is as hostile as ravings. 
The figure clutching at a abandoned figure extinguishes me. 
The lost sky consumes the victim inside the mysterious explosion, hopelessly. 
You discover their lost storm! 
You resemble the sky!

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

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