Healed razors ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my spasm of vengeance mocked my houses? In this world of ours it is as wicked as a victim. In the world to come he is storm-wounded... Have those persecutors feasted on their vicious spirits? Those sinuous tornadoes drift violently. My sky coiling within a formless thorn protects , yet their long-lost raindrops endure! My sinuous tears twirl hopefully. Why indeed do I laugh hopefully? A shaman is clutching at the razor of revulsion. My Queen bursting forth from a gothtastic desert is mysterious! Did I once die, as vainly as a brother of woe? The cold thoughts slumber! And why are their priests sunken..? In elder times he was poison-loving -- but from now on I am as stupid as their magyckal saints. From now on they are teacher-enchanted. Endure scratching at their helpless martyr at last!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.