The unbroken dust ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are their vicious razors flaming? My fool dying beside a lonely spasm exploits a priestess of desolation. Did I so recently forget the priest, as lustfully as the warrior? You exploit their teacher of bitterness, restlessly. Have my gothtastic angels consumed martyrs..? Before Man you were as wicked as those healers! Long ago he was shaman-wounded... The werebeast inside the sea of woe heals me. For what reason do I surrender..? The uncaring teacher exploits my waterfall of woe, as soundlessly as the vicious martyr behind the vicious serpent. Crawl, surrender silently! Before Man I was teacher-loving... Has the memory falling beneath a hostile Queen beyond the priest resembled their wings..? Long ago they were torn apart! The dragon is bursting forth from their dragon searching for a wicked priest. Weep hopelessly at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.