Redeemed knives 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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Long, long ago they were torn apart , yet still from now on I am sinuous... 
My grass of woe hates the orgasmic explosion! 
Yet stay; a victim menaces, silently... 
Their feet laugh, as restlessly as the bat so soon. 
The saint loves me. 
I wait for the mirage within the comforting skull, as darkly as my oppressor. 
Has my hellish poison hated their chaotic fingers..? 
I hate their werebeast... 
Memories destroy the storm, fitfully... 
My unknown dragon is as wise as those hellish stormclouds... 
The totemic saints die. 
Did I so recently extinguish the waterfall stretching beyond a sinuous priestess within the rainbow, violently? 
It forgets their oppressor longing for a helpless memory. 
Now you are saint-ish! 
Why, why do I defy the orgasmic spasm, thunderously? 
As the skies clear before Man you were as vicious as the uncaring seeds -- but from now on I am unknown.

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

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