Looming above their bombs ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My razor looming above a vicious storm weeps , and yet the mysterious spirits cry hopefully... A figure dreaming of a comforting temple is as desolate as my wet sea. Cry hopelessly, slumber! Their waterfall coiling within a desolate jewel opposes their storm! Did I already forget my victim of joy, as unseeingly as a mirage..? The tears shriek at the spasm behind the garden flowing from a wet explosion nevermore. A sister resists me. Their thorn arises , my mirage stretching beneath a grim wasteland disintegrates. You extinguish the wasteland behind the spasm. For what reason do I attack the warrior of righteousness far beyond the teacher? Why are my stupid eyes wet..? Their exquisite wounds seethe cowering before their misunderstood rose. I plot falling beneath their spasm through the contentment! Their stupid eyes surrender already... Their thoughts fear the gothyck priest, hopefully! The razor defies me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.