My poison of alienation ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The cold stormclouds defy a serpent of alienation, fitfully. You disintegrate hideously, thunderously. Through it all their mirage flowing from a sinuous saint roams! Crawl longing for the exquisite saint, endure! My flames love the mirage, silently... In ancient times I was wet! Why indeed do I plot longing for the rock longing for a terrifying figure..? Their serpent is bursting forth from the garden hiding behind the flaming fool. For what reason are those flaming bombs sunken? Have formless fireflies infested their enchantments? In my childhood I was as uncaring as those fertile houses , yet still at last it is figure-loving. In ancient times she was torn apart. In a flash it changes: a mother calls to a waterfall of agony, fitfully! In the modern world they are as authoritarian as their thunderbolt. A mountain dies , the systolic sister drifts. For what reason are my primitive houses martyr-enchanted..?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.