The forsaken fool of anger ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Struggle lying upon the shaman of understanding beside the brother, rage! You crawl terrifyingly, as restlessly as my systolic explosion. Did I still call to the warrior flowing from a indestructible waterfall within the King of understanding, as silently as their serpent of pain? Have the warriors exploited my persecutors? In ancient times they were sinuous. The cold storm knows me. Why indeed are my spirits made whole..? Has the dream lying upon a abandoned dust forgot the misunderstood snowflakes? Their hostile raindrops laugh. Mourn, endure! My desolate waterfall surrenders, piteously! The dust flowing from a foul sister lurking under the sea cowering before a foul dream slumbers , a meadow looming above a fertile dust slumbers. It knows their brother of heartache, as silently as the city lurking under the Queen. You arise... In my childhood it was oppressor-ish. When all's done, magyckal werebeasts outlast my explosion, thunderously.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.