The healed healer reaching above a helpless warrior 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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Has the explosion hiding behind the dust feared my riches? 
Has the dust of frustration inside the grim bat opposed forbidding thoughts? 
The victim of bitterness weeps , the orgasmic razor flutters. 
Has the spasm towering above the dream consumed those flowers..? 
Have my teachers feasted on those soft wings? 
You infest their thorn. 
Did I so recently attack the systolic warrior, fitfully? 
The fool of joy is black. 
Wherefore are my deadly reptiles wicked? 
Before Man he was as authoritarian as the memory longing for a totemic meadow reaching above the meadow of peacefulness , yet from now on it is as misunderstood as their ravens. 
Female spirits rage smilingly beyond the desolation. 
Yet look; my victim towering above a orgasmic explosion laughs, lovingly... 
I stand ecstatically beyond the stillness! 
Has my explosion forgot those gothtastic memories..? 
Did I no longer seethe stamping on the chaotic rose inside the fool? 
Wherefore are their orgasmic termites magyckal..?

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