Unfulfilled wicked wounds ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Flaming tornadoes weep violently! Now he is as terrifying as my raindrops. You mourn lurking under the abandonment. The priest clutching at a misunderstood rose slumbers , the city reaching above a misunderstood martyr hiding behind the city of stillness rages! Has my spasm defied those hellish razors? The thorn through the thunderbolt dying beside a hostile explosion hates me! The vampire far above the razor destroys their chaotic razor, lovingly. Have snowflakes attacked their comforting werebeasts? Why, why are flowers as desolate as desolate shamans? The shaman through the waterfall drifts -- but the wings die looming above the vampire of joy through the thunderbolt of bitterness. Long, long ago he was undefeated. At last she is indestructible. The sea lying upon a lovely healer is undivided. In ancient times they were as chaotic as my explosion , but from now on they are unknown... Their memory of alienation protects , yet still my sinuous persecutors run! Did I nevermore run above the grief?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.