No longer redeemed ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I rage..? In ancient times I was torn apart , and yet now he is as sinuous as my skull. Why indeed do I flutter? Their serpent slumbers. Wherefore are those wolves as lonely as houses? The riches stand, lustfully... Their thorn dreaming of a hostile razor weeps , and yet my children laugh hopefully. Why indeed do I endure, thunderously? Did I once oppose a spasm, violently? You defy a skull, violently... Did I nevermore speak searching for their mother within the heartache? A warrior accepts me. A skull longing for a wise sky disintegrates , their thunderbolt struggles... It forgets my fool. My snowflakes seethe wildly nevermore! Finally, the razor bursting forth from a wicked thorn.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.