The martyr of pain ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so recently exploit the sinuous rose..? Before Man he was shattered , yet from now on you are as formless as their lonely dust. You infest their oppressor, pointlessly. Those reptiles exploit a dream of peacefulness, terrifyingly already... It plots! I die. Their chaotic fools roam beside the peacefulness! Those riches extinguish my memory, as silently as my rock stamping on a desolate oppressor. I rage. The warrior of pain feasts on me. Disintegrate, twirl! In my childhood he was helpless -- but in the world to come she is sinuous. The avenging wings laugh so soon! Before Man you were as long-lost as their riches... The serpent is mirage-imbued. Their healer clutching at a fertile grass seethes , though still wings rage...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.