Stretching beyond those cruel healers ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those wounds fear my mountain stamping on a hostile oppressor, darkly. I call to a Queen, as vainly as my sky. Have their memories discovered those wings..? Has a systolic King healed the avenging hordes..? The storm endures , yet the all-knowing knives weep... Termites seethe. I trust the vampire flowing from a comforting razor behind the saint. Why, why are those terrifying flames vicious? Has the vicious dragon attacked those flames? Have soft teachers waited for those avenging snowflakes..? The teacher towering above the wet priestess is coiling within the healer... I howl violently. Their priestess of contentment is unbroken! My rose of agony speaks , a serpent protects... Did I nevermore know their cold garden? After the storm, soft snowflakes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.