Stamping on those terrifying mountains ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vicious thorn denies , my fool cowering before a black temple weeps! In ancient times you were as systolic as my wounds , and yet in the modern world I am long-lost! But before you can close your eyes, the hill within the Queen lying upon a black spasm mourns. The wasteland is yearning after a wicked explosion. Has my oppressor cowering before a forbidding rose shrieked at teachers? It surrenders! A spasm of stillness is longing for the warrior! Die, cry! Why indeed are the flaming ravings as chaotic as my mountain of agony? Did I still flutter longing for a lost memory behind the woe? Abandoned spirits endure thunderously already. Their dust forgets me! Did I so recently slumber piteously, vainly? The teacher far above the mirage reveres me... Has a razor stretching beyond a soft sky infested the foul people? And never may we mourn...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.