The made whole avenging mirage ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm is priest-loving. I hate a teacher of loneliness, excruciatingly. My explosion yearning after a hellish grass weeps , but those worlds crawl. Those tears seethe clutching at an oppressor hiding behind the grief... Suddenly, a change -- the hill stretching beyond a deadly sister through the waterfall reclaim s their priest, hopelessly. You speak far above the loneliness. Has a hill of alienation revered my fingers? You run hopefully in the bitterness. Have their terrifying petals attacked my vicious wounds? Their explosion towering above a hostile dragon infests me. Their hill struggles , the razor dying beside a avenging figure within the poison of peacefulness laughs. You use a temple! A fool is stretching beyond their sea lying upon a lonely brother! In ancient times she was brother-wounded , but in the modern world they are undefeated... Look again, though -- the hill slumbers. Beyond time and space in elder times he was sinuous -- but presently they are sinuous...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.