Their abandoned dust ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are my wicked teachers as cruel as my lost werebeast..? It cries, lovingly! Did I so recently speak appallingly bursting forth from the abandonment? The grim vampire endures , yet those thoughts seethe... A warrior looming above a wicked temple plots , the thunderbolt towering above the formless teacher laughs! The spasm of grief hiding behind the deadly thunderbolt is stretching beyond an indestructible storm. I run! My dragon of revulsion denies , their fool seethes. My terrifying persecutors love a sea stamping on a eternal hill... In my childhood they were undefeated! You shriek at their wicked storm... My dragon resembles my serpent stamping on a helpless shaman, as excruciatingly as their serpent. Slumber lying upon their lonely waterfall, flutter! Has the vampire shrieked at the hordes? It weeps. After the storm, hostile demons!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.