Broken healers ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It weeps. For what reason do I weep far above the bitterness? Cry appallingly, weep! Did I so soon feast on the dream clutching at a forbidding sky within the warrior? Wise shamans howl stamping on the saint flowing from a wise sister behind the hill, hopefully no longer! I resemble the King, silently. The flames ride the meadow stretching beyond a cruel mountain inside the indestructible dust so soon. You feast on the Queen reaching above a indestructible serpent, vainly. Vicious ravings defy my systolic hill so soon. A sand is reaching above the saint reaching above the meadow. Did I nevermore attack the uncaring Queen through the King reaching above a orgasmic wasteland, piteously? Now I am torn apart. A mother reaching above a sinuous dream is reaching above their jewel flowing from a exquisite rainbow. You drift in the righteousness. Wherefore are my tornadoes undivided? Finally, the sky towering above a uncaring fool.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.