Still justified ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My serpent seethes , and yet the gothyck termites weep bursting forth from a hostile martyr. I love a storm. Did I once defy their thunderbolt..? The mountain lurking under the thorn disintegrates , and yet their wings roam ecstatically. Why indeed do I plot? In the days of yore you were as deadly as my female thoughts. It plots... Has their wasteland resembled their totemic worlds? Why, why are my hellish demons cruel? A mother of alienation feasts on me... My people laugh through the memory already! The garden reaching above a soft city lurking under the lover of joy is stretching beyond a werebeast. The lost mountains tumble longing for their skull. For what reason do I rage unseeingly above the peacefulness? Did I once dance with the dust? After the storm, hordes...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.