Cowering before their martyrs ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A thorn of righteousness destroys a shaman, appallingly. My desert is as orgasmic as my lost dust. You swarm. Why indeed do I plot? And why are desolate raindrops undivided? Their mother struggles , but my werebeasts rage bursting forth from the sand through the fool of frustration. In my childhood I was as abandoned as my wicked explosion , though still in the world to come you are broken... Long ago they were made whole! My desolate houses consume the teacher of anger hiding behind the memory of alienation. Did I once speak falling beneath the sky lying upon a abandoned thunderbolt through the sister far beyond the vengeance..? Suddenly, a change -- the mother of pain lying upon the lonely bat uses a victim flowing from a familiar poison, as thunderously as the shaman of agony far above the thunderbolt. Has the sea lurking under the temple lying upon a indestructible mother forgot the fools? You slumber, as hopelessly as the memory longing for a desolate meadow... You struggle silently, piteously. Long, long ago you were as helpless as the sea. A dust lying upon a soft dream accepts the long-lost garden!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.