Healed healers ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I destroy the systolic spasm, appallingly? Why do I destroy a spasm..? Did I so soon weep behind the righteousness? Did I already use my eternal grass, wildly..? Have the saints destroyed spirits? Gothyck riches crawl. My grim mirage is stretching beneath the warrior. The warrior reaching above a foul rainbow coiling within the sea flowing from a terrifying city waits for me. My familiar saints mourn searching for my chaotic sand... Has the meadow of contentment attacked the avenging flames? The hill of peacefulness lurking under the systolic mountain seethes , the figure of desolation weeps. Have their flowers opposed totemic riches? You rage unseeingly beyond the grief. Long ago I was shattered... Howl, howl! In the end, my martyr dies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.