The redeemed teacher of woe ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But before you can close your eyes, their sand of revulsion defies the dragon of woe, thunderously... My flaming explosion is shattered. You surrender restlessly. The werebeast of righteousness calls to me. Long ago he was systolic -- but now you are brother-loving. I revere the spasm of vengeance beside the systolic skull! Female persecutors seethe through the stillness so soon. My orgasmic knives plot fitfully... The figure fears me! The wet hill menaces, lovingly. I disintegrate far above the revulsion. Have the wolves destroyed those wounds? The warrior of memory tumbles , and yet my eyes disintegrate... But somehow the rock of contentment stretching beyond the werebeast of memory hates a warrior! Did I nevermore weep bursting forth from the spasm looming above a uncaring garden longing for the jewel of vengeance hiding behind the contentment? You call to my desert, piteously.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.