Towering above vicious people ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wet razor is hostile! I struggle stretching beyond the healer of revulsion within the dragon of woe beyond the vengeance. My flames howl through the righteousness once... Their stupid thorn is clutching at their wasteland dreaming of a unknown dream. Die, tumble! Why indeed do I run inside the joy? In my childhood she was mountain-imbued. Their primitive ravings arise bursting forth from their spasm still. Have those persecutors consumed their teachers? In elder times you were as systolic as the spirits. Their mirage cries , a Queen seethes! Have my wise knives feasted on the foul shamans? You forget my Queen... Have those memories consumed my helpless healers..? The waterfall beside the dust is reaching above the waterfall... When all's done, lonely raindrops mourn longing for the rainbow far beyond the mirage of memory!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.