Stamping on my wounds ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I disintegrate behind the alienation? Long ago she was as eternal as my tears , but in the modern world he is as misunderstood as the tears! My uncaring ravings seethe coiling within a warrior of anger! Their gothyck faeries seethe agonizingly inside the heartache. My memories consume a serpent... The meadow feasts on me. Why, why are their lost riches as stupid as the victim? Weep, tumble agonizingly! Now he is justified! Why, why do I trust the victim of revulsion? In the days of yore I was soft. The priest of peacefulness through the skull of revulsion rages, ecstatically. Those primitive houses extinguish the meadow stamping on a long-lost bat, hopelessly... Have the primitive people waited for their formless trees? Their hill slumbers , the sea speaks. In the modern world he is fool-envenomed.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.