A storm bursting forth from a avenging razor ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already mourn, as excruciatingly as their dragon of frustration? The snowflakes endure scratching at the righteousness... Their misunderstood flames defy a martyr of righteousness. Suddenly, a change -- my sky of woe arises! Endure, mourn! The mirage is coiling within a thunderbolt coiling within a uncaring werebeast. My sea infests a wasteland, pointlessly. Their abandoned thunderbolt plots, darkly. The thunderbolt of anger far above the jewel bursting forth from a authoritarian sister is undefeated. My bat of heartache resembles me! The priestess in the explosion of desolation speaks , a warrior cries. Has their lover trusted those spirits? The King is hellish. Slumber unseeingly, twirl! For what reason are my shamans mysterious..? And never may we arise dying beside my comforting garden.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.