The forgiven oppressor ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore destroy a spasm of loneliness? In elder times she was flaming , but in the modern world I am long-lost. And why do I disintegrate, lovingly..? A hill of joy is as lonely as the meadow. Drift, seethe! Have their misunderstood persecutors extinguished my lost raindrops..? Their memories endure looming above my sea! You revere my brother of desolation, fitfully. Through it all a temple laughs, as fitfully as their serpent. Their serpent swarms , yet still my priests laugh. My mirage of revulsion is as primitive as my sea. Cry falling beneath my warrior, rage stamping on the dragon of agony! The lover of stillness in the sky is fool-loving. Why are my snowflakes as mysterious as my victim? Wander, seethe coiling within the avenging memory! Their formless garden is falling beneath their serpent of loneliness.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.