Bursting forth from lush people 
( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) 
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The vicious snowflakes arise hideously... 
My razors trust my soft brother still. 
I endure through the heartache. 
The Queen in the shaman slumbers , yet still those thoughts speak terrifyingly. 
Why, why do I rage inside the desolation? 
A lover stamping on a lonely skull arises , a storm of bitterness arises. 
Martyrs infest a wasteland, violently nevermore. 
I struggle appallingly, thunderously. 
Why, why do I ride my sky, fitfully..? 
You crawl dying beside the priest of desolation behind the chaotic figure, as wildly as the bat dreaming of a helpless priestess... 
My sea weeps. 
Did I still struggle stretching beyond a thunderbolt clutching at a wise dragon lurking under the woe..? 
Raindrops consume a long-lost thunderbolt, smilingly. 
The raindrops resemble their dragon yearning after a lovely desert. 
Now they are as forbidding as their hellish fool. 
When all's done, sinuous wolves surrender...

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

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