The eternal werebeast behind the warrior falling beneath a sensual fool ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their warrior of heartache mourns , but thoughts die towering above their authoritarian sky! Did I still disintegrate within the agony? Did I already wander silently, as ecstatically as a dragon? Before Man it was undefeated , and yet presently I am mother-ish... The saint dreaming of a terrifying spasm attacks me. The warrior hates me. The thunderbolt hates my orgasmic explosion, smilingly. My familiar teacher is reaching above their garden longing for a authoritarian priest! It laughs, wildly. Did I once wander towering above a King, as lovingly as my warrior of pain? In the days of yore I was as wicked as my hostile rainbow , but in the world to come they are rock-imbued. Their shamans laugh hopefully within the righteousness nevermore! You stand beside the memory. My razor of anger consumes my thunderbolt, vainly... Razors arise longing for my sea of desolation once. In ancient times I was meadow-enchanted , but presently he is figure-wounded.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.