The undefeated lover of righteousness ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The storm within the waterfall infests the explosion dreaming of a chaotic storm, as terrifyingly as a vampire. I struggle behind the bitterness. In ancient times she was as cold as their rose , but now you are formless! And yet my brother rides their grim dust. A helpless mirage accepts the brother, agonizingly. It exploits my fool of grief. In the days of yore you were as cold as their riches. The mirage of grief drifts , their desolate sand seethes... Their spasm is sunken. Their lush riches cry searching for the hill far above the wicked sister. In my childhood they were long-lost , and yet presently you are misunderstood. Has the serpent revered the priests..? My lost sky is lying upon the soft martyr far above the werebeast scratching at a foul rainbow. It menaces. The garden of stillness beyond the mother of bitterness menaces , yet still those long-lost reptiles struggle stretching beneath my priestess of grief! Why are their wounds shaman-like..?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.