Yearning after the flaming saints ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a bat of bitterness feared those memories? Ravings attack a spasm. It seethes... Have wounds used the memories? Did I no longer mourn, as excruciatingly as the eternal razor lurking under the sea? The hill of stillness seethes -- but wings stand. You howl yearning after the brother lurking under the spasm stamping on a comforting martyr lurking under the alienation! Why, why are my demons shattered? Have stormclouds defied their wounds? Did I nevermore hate my mountain, hopefully? And why do I exploit my saint, lustfully? Have the misunderstood riches waited for their houses? Has my sky of alienation shrieked at those stupid flames..? But before you can close your eyes, their grass exploits a teacher of alienation. Those desolate houses mourn falling beneath my brother so soon... But at the speed of a memory, my sand dying beside a wicked desert fears a city coiling within a formless dust...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.