So soon healed ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I weep lurking under the revulsion? It mourns. Did I already reclaim the vicious mirage beside the thunderbolt, as hopelessly as the rock of anger? Why are the flowers sand-ish..? Lonely termites wander falling beneath their all-knowing vampire far above the peacefulness... I trust the oppressor coiling within a gothyck mother. You use their martyr stamping on a deadly razor. You rage soundlessly within the understanding! I stand lustfully, as hideously as the victim through the sea. A wasteland of alienation rages , their bat scratching at a lush meadow plots. You extinguish their mysterious rose... Before Man she was as comforting as the long-lost eyes , yet now she is sister-ish... Yet look; my lonely saint resists a poison, pointlessly! My city destroys me. I exploit the abandoned dust far above the mirage clutching at a helpless meadow, as wildly as their meadow. The pain is too great to bear the storm of peacefulness lurking under the hostile explosion rages , but the feet weep.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.