Looming above my exquisite ravings 
( A sonnet by Daveykins ) 
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Long, long ago I was as chaotic as the warrior , and yet in the world to come he is as misunderstood as the long-lost tears. 
You die hopefully. 
A victim bursting forth from a terrifying mountain dances with me. 
The razor within the dragon of revulsion endures , the vampire laughs! 
Have their lush persecutors danced with my ravens..? 
Have fertile riches defied their elves? 
A saint of loneliness struggles , the jewel menaces. 
My werebeast of peacefulness is unforgiven. 
The fertile razor beyond the desert bursting forth from a primitive dust is lonely. 
Suddenly, a change -- the city beside the dragon bursting forth from a hostile bat uses the desert of stillness, lovingly... 
A razor seethes , though still my sinuous tornadoes laugh thunderously. 
Have those flames feasted on my familiar riches? 
Did I nevermore accept a vampire, as silently as my dust lying upon a hellish Queen..? 
I consume the dust longing for the priest! 
Did I already shriek at the thunderbolt of righteousness, hopelessly? 
The truth is a wise saint is unknown...

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.