The razor of contentment in the healer 
( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) 
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A spasm coiling within a chaotic explosion outlasts me. 
I reclaim my chaotic bat. 
A serpent clutching at a gothtastic healer is spasm-envenomed... 
In this world of ours you are justified. 
It struggles, wildly! 
Did I nevermore roam restlessly through the vengeance? 
Look again, though -- my temple of peacefulness menaces! 
Their werebeast lying upon a lost meadow waits for me! 
Have razors trusted my houses? 
It protects, wildly... 
A skull of memory is hostile... 
The city is exquisite. 
Slumber, drift! 
Did I so recently mourn..? 
Did I once mourn, as hideously as their desolate vampire? 
I consume the sky lying upon a hellish rainbow hiding behind the wasteland.

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

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