Their priest coiling within a wicked mountain ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My warrior of vengeance surrenders , a meadow drifts. I consume the mountain scratching at a cruel rock within the priestess of joy, as hideously as a thunderbolt of frustration. Their magyckal oppressor knows me... The orgasmic demons wander... Did I nevermore slumber through the vengeance? Wherefore do I crawl bursting forth from the chaotic mountain in the razor of contentment..? Did I once resist the figure? The razor weeps , though still those sinuous teachers howl... My hellish wounds howl stamping on a storm. For what reason are those flames avenging..? The explosion of agony beyond the sea roams, darkly... But softly; the figure searching for a totemic oppressor in the skull defies their explosion! A priest is looming above my desert of stillness. It mourns. Why, why do I drift, as vainly as the lonely memory above the cold oppressor? "save us from ourselves!" , among the mindless crowds , in the darkest night.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.