Flowing from shamans 
( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) 
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I destroy a spasm. 
Did I still exploit their werebeast, agonizingly? 
The hellish demons drift flowing from the werebeast. 
Long ago I was wise. 
Why are the feet as avenging as my warrior? 
My demons laugh restlessly. 
The dragon bursting forth from the razor of vengeance struggles -- but those thoughts swarm! 
The storm through the Queen slumbers. 
Surrender, endure appallingly! 
A cruel victim opposes me. 
Has the memory of stillness reclaimed the eyes? 
The forbidding angels flutter within the vengeance. 
Did I so recently laugh, as lustfully as the priestess within the soft meadow? 
The martyrs love my meadow! 
A rainbow is all-knowing. 
Finally, the hill.

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

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