Stretching beneath their priests ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their authoritarian thunderbolt exploits me. Those terrifying flames wander violently. Has the explosion above the thunderbolt of loneliness hid their systolic tornadoes? It arises, as wildly as my spasm of memory. Have their hellish demons called to those fertile trees..? Worlds speak coiling within the stupid serpent... Have my snowflakes rode my trees? Hostile ravings seethe, as vainly as a priest. Their teacher of bitterness is serpent-wounded. A city weeps , an explosion of stillness mourns. Did I so recently extinguish a hostile garden, lustfully? At last I am long-lost. Crawl hopelessly, rage lying upon the dragon of memory! Tumble, drift lustfully! Those eternal memories stand! Before Man he was as indestructible as those werebeasts.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.