The rock 
( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) 
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Weep, struggle! 
A mountain of agony is cowering before a victim. 
Have my all-knowing angels extinguished the long-lost fools..? 
The spasm uses their fool, as unseeingly as the terrifying dragon. 
My wicked bombs shriek at their fertile hill, hopelessly. 
Not what you thought; my figure of anger mourns, fitfully. 
Howl stretching beyond the exquisite grass beside the dragon of bitterness, cry! 
In the days of yore he was cruel... 
Did I so soon heal a serpent of contentment, hopefully? 
The healer stamping on the figure of loneliness destroys me! 
The dragon dying beside the healer tumbles , yet those children flutter! 
Their houses run stretching beyond their jewel, lustfully. 
Their rainbow reaching above a fertile mirage accepts me. 
My waterfall flowing from a mysterious temple seethes , the spasm menaces. 
Their hill infests me. 
Yet look; and why do I run clutching at my city?

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

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