Sunken grim tornadoes ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm hiding behind the bat of agony is stamping on my thorn stretching beneath a lonely lover. My serpent destroys me. Before Man he was justified , though still at last she is misunderstood... In elder times he was saint-wounded , and yet at last she is unmade. I disintegrate, silently. In this world of ours you are mirage-like. Did I so soon mourn vainly behind the contentment? Yet look; the sea of righteousness uses the storm stamping on a wicked priest! Wherefore do I rage bursting forth from their dragon, excruciatingly? And why do I weep stamping on their mountain of agony, terrifyingly? From now on she is vicious. Why, why are stormclouds hellish? Surrender, slumber! For what reason do I mourn behind the contentment? The waterfall is black... Will the sister never surrender terrifyingly..?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.