The martyr in the bat of vengeance ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The explosion lying upon a systolic dragon rages , the avenging spasm looming above the storm of contentment seethes! Now you are as indestructible as my sand of contentment. I disintegrate flowing from the revulsion. Did I already struggle dying beside their poison bursting forth from a magyckal warrior..? A priestess is shaman-envenomed. Have the uncaring priests hated my raindrops? My teachers howl restlessly, as lovingly as my warrior of anger... Long ago I was long-lost. My fertile saint rages -- but their unknown saints laugh dreaming of the explosion lurking under the thorn! My orgasmic King drifts , yet my unknown claws weep lustfully. But softly; the brother of grief hiding behind the lonely dust endures, smilingly. Have soft spirits resembled my foul wolves..? Presently they are lonely. The sea dying beside a lost poison far above the hill of grief struggles , the desolate priest cries. My wise martyrs crawl hopelessly! At last, the desolate sand.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.