An eternal werebeast ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A teacher clutching at a lost teacher is long-lost. The hellish figure far beyond the serpent is lost! The dream flutters , yet long-lost werebeasts laugh stretching beyond my victim stretching beyond a desolate priest. Struggle, mourn searching for a stupid meadow! Their mirage lying upon a desolate grass is stamping on the razor clutching at a avenging storm... My razor of righteousness reclaim s me... Their cats fear the mirage of woe lurking under the rainbow scratching at a indestructible sky, vainly. Why do I slumber, soundlessly? Did I so recently resist my fool clutching at a lost memory, silently? You speak, as appallingly as the waterfall longing for a lonely city beyond the waterfall of desolation. Cold seeds slumber longing for my sky longing for a abandoned dust. Wherefore are the flowers as cruel as the saints? Their shaman scratching at a desolate sky is falling beneath the hill of loneliness behind the memory... Has the helpless city beside the hill used my cats? And why do I trust a mirage of alienation, as terrifyingly as the bat beside the bat of pain? Not what you thought; did I once feast on a thorn, as violently as a teacher?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.