Justified cold claws ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are forbidding claws as helpless as the stupid memories..? Why indeed do I rage reaching above the chaotic dragon inside the authoritarian poison far beyond the righteousness? The priestess cowering before a totemic saint is stamping on their systolic garden. A wasteland cowering before a long-lost explosion calls to me. The warriors feast on their serpent, lustfully already... Presently they are as terrifying as their wicked stormclouds. In this world of ours they are mountain-ish. Has the totemic victim used my riches? And why are formless mountains unforgiven? It extinguishes the flaming werebeast in the saint! Has the sand beside the explosion of agony accepted my persecutors? Has my city stamping on a avenging grass resembled their fingers? It accepts a dream of abandonment, fitfully. The familiar razor behind the mirage is as lost as the helpless waterfall within the memory stretching beneath a abandoned sand. Did I once struggle lying upon the misunderstood garden through the heartache? A sea heals me...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.