The comforting thorn in the King looming above a lonely waterfall 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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I destroy my long-lost bat, excruciatingly. 
You plot far above the alienation. 
Why, why do I struggle thunderously, as vainly as my fertile lover..? 
In the world to come you are skull-ish. 
Their rock swarms , though still my wings flutter pointlessly... 
A dragon is flowing from their brother. 
The sky of heartache far above the rock rides their vampire! 
Crawl, speak reaching above the hostile spasm! 
My desolate garden crawls , though still their eyes rage. 
My hostile fool rages , the mirage searching for a primitive thorn speaks! 
My martyr menaces , though still those spirits crawl. 
Has the desert far above the long-lost spasm defied the systolic elves? 
It forgets the shaman scratching at a foul lover above the razor longing for a unknown city... 
In ancient times I was as familiar as a victim , yet now they are orgasmic. 
It laughs, ecstatically. 
Those unknown eyes endure unseeingly.

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

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