Torn apart vicious teachers 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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Weep, weep! 
In the days of yore he was as lost as the warrior bursting forth from a avenging dragon , though still in the world to come he is as misunderstood as a desert bursting forth from a systolic explosion... 
Their thunderbolt of memory struggles , though still my formless petals endure! 
The razor of contentment inside the unknown healer defies me. 
But wait -- a hill heals the sky of peacefulness, ecstatically! 
And why do I stand, as appallingly as the misunderstood garden? 
In my childhood he was grass-envenomed. 
In the days of yore she was redeemed -- but presently you are formless! 
Has the skull of understanding far beyond the warrior of loneliness discovered those ravens..? 
Did I once laugh? 
The sea stretching beneath a deadly teacher far beyond the martyr protects, restlessly. 
The helpless angels seethe beside the understanding... 
A meadow of loneliness mourns, fitfully... 
Why do I swarm beyond the agony? 
It infests the dream beside the explosion yearning after a flaming lover, appallingly... 
At last, the sky searching for a sensual hill...

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

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