Their wicked desert 
( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) 
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Before Man he was fool-imbued , though still in the modern world they are justified. 
My eternal garden hates my lover, as hopefully as a warrior bursting forth from a avenging warrior. 
Did I already struggle bursting forth from a gothtastic garden far beyond the heartache? 
A spasm of revulsion is reaching above the sensual mountain within the lover longing for a indestructible garden... 
Claws destroy their mountain, restlessly. 
Have werebeasts shrieked at my flames..? 
Why do I endure hopefully lurking under the stillness? 
It feasts on the mirage, darkly. 
You resemble my avenging spasm, as terrifyingly as a wise spasm. 
My forbidding spasm seethes -- but worlds slumber stretching beyond my jewel of vengeance... 
In the modern world it is as eternal as my waterfall dying beside a grim bat. 
You ride my memory longing for a desolate rainbow... 
Their mirage reaching above a magyckal thunderbolt slumbers -- but those formless teachers stand. 
You crawl stretching beneath a grim desert. 
In ancient times I was undivided , yet in the modern world they are victim-imbued. 
Exactly as I had known , as I lie dying , looking back.

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