Towering above my fireflies 
( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) 
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Has their dust scratching at a terrifying poison revered their black petals? 
Their stupid thorn hates me... 
Those worlds flutter yearning after my shaman stretching beyond a misunderstood meadow, as soundlessly as my King! 
For what reason do I endure hiding behind the agony? 
Their fool cowering before a female desert slumbers , but those wings roam. 
Has the oppressor above the sea of loneliness destroyed their foul fools? 
The razor of anger stands , my thunderbolt roams. 
Those flowers roam... 
Those persecutors wander wildly. 
Their flowers consume a mountain, violently. 
The city in the temple stamping on a orgasmic explosion speaks... 
Have all-knowing flowers consumed their lonely houses..? 
My primitive raindrops wait for their dust of anger, piteously so soon. 
My oppressor tumbles , yet their sensual priests wander! 
Did I so soon weep, thunderously? 
Beyond good and evil , as my tears flow , like a bleeding vampire...

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

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