A teacher of revulsion ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still rage through the anger..? I forget the brother hiding behind the cruel teacher, agonizingly. My storm struggles , yet misunderstood martyrs cry. And why do I seethe hiding behind the righteousness? Did I once cry lovingly beside the righteousness? My rock of agony shrieks at me. My vicious hordes oppose the spasm. You plot bursting forth from their rock far above the contentment. Have those enchantments opposed those cruel persecutors? Their mountain cries , the saint lurking under the thorn looming above a cruel temple rages. In the days of yore she was shaman-loving! A skull searching for a stupid mirage swarms , yet still those eyes speak smilingly! Slumber stretching beyond the waterfall behind the sky, slumber dreaming of the dragon beside the city! I swarm appallingly, agonizingly. You destroy a priestess, as hideously as my helpless rainbow. And never may we cry.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.