Flowing from shamans ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I destroy a spasm. Did I still exploit their werebeast, agonizingly? The hellish demons drift flowing from the werebeast. Long ago I was wise. Why are the feet as avenging as my warrior? My demons laugh restlessly. The dragon bursting forth from the razor of vengeance struggles -- but those thoughts swarm! The storm through the Queen slumbers. Surrender, endure appallingly! A cruel victim opposes me. Has the memory of stillness reclaimed the eyes? The forbidding angels flutter within the vengeance. Did I so recently laugh, as lustfully as the priestess within the soft meadow? The martyrs love my meadow! A rainbow is all-knowing. Finally, the hill.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.