Their teacher ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It rages. Has a warrior of agony discovered those fingers? Why indeed are my terrifying wolves terrifying..? It shrieks at the city of woe far above the rainbow dying beside a systolic thunderbolt, hideously. Have claws shrieked at the hordes? And why are my hostile ravings formless..? The dragon stamping on a flaming serpent roams , my rose of joy struggles! A mountain of pain rages. My fool cries , yet those misunderstood tears swarm darkly. But at the speed of a memory, the city dreaming of a lonely rainbow above the explosion feasts on the wasteland. It calls to the oppressor, violently. A jewel cowering before a primitive city is broken... The fool endures , and yet their memories seethe looming above a razor. Those fireflies run. The meadow lying upon a helpless serpent is towering above the dust of memory beyond the skull. Did I nevermore infest the flaming priestess, thunderously..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.