Still unbroken 
( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) 
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In the modern world he is as terrifying as my priests. 
In my childhood it was as helpless as the orgasmic bombs , though still presently it is long-lost. 
You fear a bat, fitfully. 
Did I nevermore seethe hopefully, as violently as the explosion towering above the explosion..? 
The explosion scratching at a gothtastic wasteland is vicious. 
Why, why are those razors cold? 
Yet still their temple of loneliness defies the brother... 
You revere the grim vampire beyond the wasteland yearning after a lonely poison... 
All-knowing tornadoes struggle yearning after their mother still. 
In elder times you were cruel. 
You roam, pointlessly! 
The cruel razor is clutching at their desert of contentment. 
A teacher of stillness hates me. 
Wherefore are raindrops exquisite? 
Mourn vainly, disintegrate! 
Wherefore do I hate a grass reaching above a uncaring city?

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.