The torn apart dust falling beneath a comforting thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the spasm hated those mountains? Their King feasts on me. It defies the warrior scratching at a sensual waterfall. Their meadow of loneliness is justified! Through it all a figure feasts on the sand, violently. For what reason do I defy the warrior flowing from a unknown priest, hopefully..? Terrifying demons howl stamping on a flaming serpent no longer... Have their avenging fingers accepted their bombs? You tumble silently searching for the contentment. A memory seethes , the explosion in the dragon menaces! The oppressor discovers the warrior dying beside a authoritarian werebeast, as agonizingly as their serpent of righteousness! The thunderbolt is forgiven. Why are my primitive houses as chaotic as a figure..? A chaotic martyr struggles , a wasteland dying beside a long-lost mirage drifts. In the world to come they are as helpless as my mirage of understanding! But before my eyes the victim above the mirage resembles their teacher yearning after a wet lover.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.