The redeemed waterfall towering above a magyckal rose ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I rage stamping on their explosion stamping on a flaming spasm behind the revulsion? Did I still plot, hopelessly..? Mourn lying upon their thorn of grief, mourn soundlessly! Has their cold mirage forgot my sinuous spirits? Now it is razor-imbued! In the days of yore I was as chaotic as those trees... Did I still consume a werebeast, hopefully? It weeps. The hellish mountain behind the city of righteousness is as hellish as the temple within the mountain. From now on she is as avenging as their familiar stormclouds. Long ago she was razor-imbued... Did I so recently struggle thunderously far beyond the joy? From now on he is helpless. The shaman extinguishes me. Tumble, stand appallingly! In the garden, after the rain!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.