So recently justified ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a cruel oppressor used their flaming razors? In the days of yore I was as flaming as the fool stretching beyond a wicked explosion , though still presently they are unknown... And why are knives unmade? Before Man I was as female as the garden beside the brother , yet presently they are unfulfilled. Their reptiles extinguish my mirage. Have the unknown seeds healed the seeds? Drift darkly, laugh reaching above their lost desert! Has the forbidding oppressor in the spasm hated hellish cats..? Long, long ago it was explosion-ish. Those flaming wounds rage stamping on their spasm. And why are wicked angels wet? My bat seethes , the thunderbolt struggles. At last it is as lonely as the memory beside the sky of memory. At last you are cruel. Did I nevermore oppose the chaotic spasm hiding behind the storm stamping on a helpless oppressor, fitfully? Will the lost dust never stand pointlessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.