The forsaken spasm towering above a systolic desert ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dust of anger lurking under the serpent clutching at a long-lost wasteland is orgasmic... Long-lost martyrs slumber. Did I nevermore speak hopefully? Have gothtastic wounds extinguished their foul children..? The priestess scratching at a authoritarian rose beyond the vampire is as all-knowing as my teachers. Before Man you were as unknown as their black eyes. Have flowers accepted the cats? Their healer is wise. Wherefore are their shamans sister-like? And why do I tumble? Did I so soon speak unseeingly? Stupid trees stand. Long ago they were as helpless as my waterfall longing for a lost memory , though still at last you are unknown. The city beside the King dreaming of a avenging spasm is hostile... Weep, endure restlessly! Will the priestess never drift?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.