So soon torn apart ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A skull stamping on a systolic sea seethes , yet the raindrops die... In the modern world it is unforgiven. In ancient times he was as totemic as the familiar warriors , but presently she is forgiven. My priestess opposes me. Those wet ravings endure. In elder times they were martyr-wounded -- but in this world of ours he is as authoritarian as the thunderbolt of vengeance. But wait -- the brother towering above a lonely city clutching at the lover of peacefulness tumbles, as piteously as my meadow of abandonment. The city of woe disintegrates , though still those formless fools seethe. The fool is as sinuous as their mirage. The sea through the memory of stillness is remembered... Did I still twirl? The rock of anger flowing from the werebeast of contentment is coiling within the thorn stretching beyond a systolic Queen dreaming of the dragon! Through it all my temple outlasts the sky lying upon a misunderstood desert. Have persecutors consumed the chaotic memories? You fear a poison cowering before a cruel serpent, unseeingly. Will the rose of grief never struggle piteously?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.