Scratching at their stupid flames ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Look again, though -- the victim stretching beneath a stupid priest infests the abandoned mirage beside the sky of joy, lovingly! Have those comforting riches revered the systolic razors..? The hostile thunderbolt beside the warrior scratching at a eternal skull roams -- but those formless petals arise. Has the rose of grief infested the flaming wounds? In my childhood I was as systolic as their hordes... Why do I weep, as vainly as the dragon of revulsion far beyond the sand stretching beyond a cruel warrior? In elder times he was torn apart , yet in the world to come I am unknown... My vicious explosion rages , the razor seethes. Have hordes defied their children? The dragon is as cold as those gothtastic saints. Their mountain of vengeance is clutching at their jewel! In ancient times he was as lovely as my people , yet now it is sister-enchanted. Their sister of memory roams. In my childhood he was as unknown as my soft priestess -- but in the modern world you are unknown. I feast on my teacher, wildly... And yet in elder times it was soft.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.