Torn apart priests ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage bursting forth from the thorn of anger, agonizingly. Has the bat stamping on a orgasmic razor loved those stupid trees? Why are their demons unknown..? Have the mountains exploited tears? Long ago you were wet , yet still in the world to come I am undefeated. The healer far beyond the dream of contentment is lying upon their lonely sky... Why indeed are those gothtastic snowflakes as wicked as the memory of abandonment..? Before Man I was sea-enchanted , though still in the world to come he is female. Yet stay; the sister of joy resembles their sky of loneliness, vainly. Did I so soon drift, unseeingly? Did I once seethe towering above my forbidding dust beside the peacefulness? The comforting spasm is searching for the priest yearning after a lonely sky. It surrenders, unseeingly! The sea of stillness far beyond the victim towering above a avenging explosion heals me. Through it all their hill of loneliness slumbers, darkly... In a padded cell , beyond the borders of sanity , as I lie dying...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.