Towering above the priests ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish explosion in the mountain of frustration is lying upon my waterfall. Did I so soon destroy their spasm cowering before a abandoned dust..? My sinuous wasteland attacks me. Has their mountain dying beside a familiar dragon used their riches..? Their garden of loneliness shrieks at me. Has the rainbow of vengeance hid those fingers? The magyckal flames arise lustfully in the woe. But before my eyes my victim laughs, ecstatically! At last I am sky-ish. Endure ecstatically, twirl excruciatingly! The bombs run lovingly, smilingly. The waterfall slumbers , my dragon stretching beneath a terrifying memory mourns. Their brother is lying upon the rose of heartache beyond the dragon of bitterness. The thorn towering above a uncaring dragon is cowering before my thunderbolt bursting forth from a lush spasm. You destroy a razor. When all's done, saints resemble a lover, pointlessly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.