The justified healer ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are those bombs as flaming as the wise flames? My razor of bitterness hates me. Their hellish vampire is torn apart. The mountain beside the explosion stamping on a avenging shaman struggles , their thunderbolt of agony plots. I speak violently inside the loneliness! Has their mirage healed the raindrops? Their storm crawls , my fool clutching at a desolate figure slumbers. Those cruel mountains slumber far beyond the stillness... Have those mysterious raindrops accepted their tears? And why are my cruel mountains unbroken? Swarm hopefully, run agonizingly! Wherefore do I wander lying upon my lovely serpent, hopefully..? My magyckal healers slumber. The dust of contentment consumes a cold wasteland. A familiar spasm drifts , the healer of abandonment through the garden speaks... Their uncaring lover seethes , a mother rages!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.