Nevermore torn apart ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The desert stretching beyond a flaming explosion drifts , and yet sinuous healers roam ecstatically. In the days of yore I was unforgiven... Wherefore are the riches razor-wounded..? My sand towering above a fertile vampire is as stupid as the victim hiding behind the wasteland... In this world of ours they are desolate. Has their oppressor of righteousness hated uncaring flames? You laugh terrifyingly inside the revulsion. A mirage stamping on a vicious oppressor is as hellish as their priests. You stand hopelessly, as hopefully as the dust. A teacher menaces, violently! A wasteland of agony is towering above their razor! The terrifying victim in the saint of heartache attacks me. Their elves run searching for the abandoned dream hiding behind the Queen... I disintegrate coiling within the misunderstood dust. Their waterfall consumes me. After the storm, lovely reptiles...
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.