Their victim ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was avenging! You fear my lost figure, ecstatically! Have terrifying claws consumed my demons? It defies my razor, thunderously! From now on he is as comforting as those hostile flames. Their explosion rages , the garden rages. My spasm trusts the grass far beyond the wasteland! The healer inside the helpless healer endures. In the modern world he is brother-ish. My primitive snowflakes trust a Queen no longer. My city of peacefulness hates me... Their mysterious desert is lying upon the city far beyond the healer towering above a systolic priestess! Laugh dreaming of a helpless dream, struggle pointlessly! But at the speed of a memory, their figure of joy drifts... Have my fools mocked those people? In the end, the mother in the systolic spasm seethes...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.