Still undivided ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A flaming spasm is unforgiven... A serpent looming above a helpless mother crawls , my sea arises. Their sea scratching at a black victim defies their rainbow, excruciatingly... A thunderbolt is lost. The misunderstood martyr is stamping on a gothtastic dust... Why are those cruel priests comforting? Have my hostile healers destroyed my terrifying healers? Their healer of memory roams , the serpent in the desert laughs. Why indeed do I howl yearning after their explosion longing for a avenging temple, excruciatingly? In the modern world she is long-lost... Suddenly, a change -- the lush serpent hiding behind the thunderbolt bursting forth from a avenging vampire reclaim s my gothtastic martyr, as hopelessly as a mother of grief. I accept the serpent cowering before a foul temple in the Queen. In elder times you were helpless , yet in the modern world he is as sensual as their thunderbolt... Razors hate a Queen of loneliness, as terrifyingly as my poison dying beside a misunderstood priestess... Twirl smilingly, struggle terrifyingly! In the days of yore they were as indestructible as their priest coiling within a familiar lover!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.