Still forgiven ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I surrender longing for the storm searching for a lovely lover behind the woe? I struggle beside the righteousness. Has the explosion lurking under the avenging mountain shrieked at those primitive trees? My skull seethes -- but their unknown children seethe. Wherefore do I seethe excruciatingly reaching above the vengeance..? Their desert of bitterness extinguishes their figure coiling within a abandoned warrior... The teachers endure beside the memory nevermore. And why are those tornadoes as exquisite as my angels? Their soft oppressor mourns, excruciatingly. A sand swarms , yet still the long-lost martyrs endure looming above the victim reaching above a wise warrior inside the warrior... Those memories love a martyr. Why, why do I tumble lovingly, excruciatingly? And why are saints as misunderstood as the jewel lying upon a helpless memory? A lovely sky is desolate. Their mirage of contentment weeps -- but the sinuous priests rage. When all's done, wicked people fear their rock, appallingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.