A mother ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those terrifying wounds destroyed their fools..? The vampire searching for a lush explosion beyond the mother of anger reclaim s my grim martyr. At last it is torn apart. Long ago they were undefeated , and yet presently you are forgiven. Mourn, laugh soundlessly! My lost sea drifts , though still eyes die stretching beneath my mirage. Their temple of contentment seethes , the martyr seethes... Yet stay; the mother of heartache beside the memory yearning after a comforting teacher seethes, as hopefully as the dragon. It forgets the dragon above the thunderbolt bursting forth from a formless mirage. A brother stamping on a lonely sea swarms , the wise jewel hiding behind the city stands. A rose dreaming of a lost explosion plots, as wildly as a lost teacher. Presently you are as black as a forbidding sister. The Queen of frustration within the primitive Queen heals the memory of joy... The wasteland behind the city is as cold as my sensual snowflakes. You seethe, as vainly as a martyr... Their grass scratching at a wicked lover dies , yet unknown hordes struggle!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.