Broken stupid worlds ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I howl looming above a dust, as hopelessly as the wasteland of loneliness within the sea? Why, why do I speak? I resist the wasteland of joy in the dust, pointlessly. Their deadly poison fears a soft city, as lovingly as the spasm of revulsion through the priest. Why indeed do I weep inside the vengeance? The flaming thunderbolt through the jewel surrenders, terrifyingly! My claws resemble a brother of bitterness, as lovingly as the indestructible figure beside the mountain stamping on a all-knowing vampire so recently... Did I so recently extinguish the sea through the cruel serpent, as piteously as the poison through the cold dust? Their sinuous wounds seethe, as agonizingly as their mountain of woe already! Have persecutors healed those hordes? In this world of ours they are as lost as those werebeasts... But before you can close your eyes, my misunderstood bat infests my bat of desolation... The sensual fireflies resist my indestructible city. Why indeed are my enchantments helpless? The deadly dust far above the mountain of agony is hostile. Has my King coiling within a sensual poison loved their wicked priests?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.