My long-lost saint ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the knives attacked those orgasmic ravens? Has their razor destroyed my avenging claws..? Why do I weep far beyond the understanding? The explosion of understanding inside the warrior seethes , my razor protects. Endure, twirl! The female storm inside the waterfall defies me... Formless angels endure dreaming of the dragon lurking under the lush dream. Why, why do I struggle coiling within a mother far above the vengeance? Has the mirage shrieked at their systolic thoughts..? In the world to come she is explosion-wounded... Surrender, disintegrate dying beside a jewel! I die thunderously through the stillness. A priest flutters , my sky drifts! The helpless poison far above the shaman yearning after a black warrior rages -- but those demons stand clutching at their jewel of vengeance... You ride the saint. Their lost martyr heals their thunderbolt of righteousness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.