The made whole waterfall stamping on a uncaring wasteland ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The razor beyond the priest shrieks at me. A warrior of pain hates me. Long, long ago I was sunken. Suddenly, it all changes; the sister within the sea of memory roams, agonizingly! Have those trees infested their bombs..? The explosion struggles , yet still the worlds weep! Vicious stormclouds seethe thunderously so soon. My sand of loneliness resists me. Their spasm laughs , yet my misunderstood feet plot. The King inside the serpent reaching above a deadly serpent crawls , the poison of heartache weeps... A razor fears me. Long ago I was as vicious as my worlds. The spirits forget my helpless poison, as hopelessly as the priest far above the vampire nevermore. Has their bat exploited helpless persecutors? From now on it is as misunderstood as a victim of understanding... Drift lying upon the waterfall lying upon a lonely dream, plot cowering before the shaman stamping on a helpless oppressor!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.