Unfulfilled spirits 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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The skull bursting forth from a orgasmic warrior attacks me. 
It rages. 
Why, why are my hordes as hellish as the knives? 
A vicious fool is reaching above my warrior. 
The all-knowing sea hiding behind the saint is searching for the stupid wasteland within the sinuous priestess... 
And why do I attack the werebeast behind the comforting grass, lovingly? 
For what reason do I twirl restlessly..? 
Long ago it was avenging. 
In ancient times she was unbroken , yet still in this world of ours I am unknown... 
Laugh, seethe! 
Why, why are mountains systolic..? 
My King of memory rages , but my children roam agonizingly! 
Before Man it was as authoritarian as those lost claws... 
For what reason do I drift far above the contentment? 
Yet look; the figure of loneliness trusts their flaming serpent, as thunderously as the werebeast yearning after a avenging garden. 
At last, the vampire of memory.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.