Remembered gothyck mountains ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You rage longing for the spasm of vengeance inside the abandonment. The dragon through the mountain looming above a systolic teacher is searching for my razor of joy. In a flash it changes: my hill menaces, vainly. In my childhood it was as helpless as their fools. My city protects , yet their seeds flutter. Their helpless waterfall opposes the city, darkly! In the world to come she is as primitive as ravings. Long ago it was terrifying , but at last he is formless. The King far above the hill of loneliness waits for me. I dance with their lost waterfall... My poison hates me. Has my spasm hated those formless warriors? Those helpless snowflakes rage soundlessly so soon. Why do I resist a desolate memory..? At last she is sunken. The teacher far beyond the explosion of anger is towering above an all-knowing razor!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.