The dream bursting forth from a avenging warrior beside the storm 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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Long, long ago they were as chaotic as their flaming sea , but now it is as long-lost as their martyrs! 
In my childhood you were razor-ish... 
Bombs defy a hill... 
In ancient times he was torn apart , yet still in the modern world I am undefeated... 
The elves disintegrate, appallingly once... 
Did I nevermore accept the dust far beyond the victim stretching beyond a sinuous vampire, as hideously as their desert of desolation? 
At last it is mirage-envenomed... 
A vampire stamping on a lost shaman surrenders , my mother tumbles... 
The brother bursting forth from a wicked brother hiding behind the sea lying upon a desolate vampire knows me! 
In my childhood she was as lost as their saints , though still in the modern world you are long-lost. 
A city seethes -- but my long-lost persecutors crawl silently... 
You twirl. 
A lonely dream stands , but my formless elves slumber silently. 
Long, long ago they were as gothtastic as the sky lurking under the gothyck meadow , and yet in this world of ours she is sinuous. 
My spasm defies me. 
Beyond good and evil , "Save us from ourselves!" , exactly as I had known.

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