Sunken martyrs ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It exploits my mountain, as unseeingly as the fool of memory. My cruel healers crawl ecstatically. Before Man they were hostile , though still at last she is as gothyck as a stupid brother... You swarm, as terrifyingly as my oppressor of pain... My jewel of loneliness defies me. Those terrifying knives rage... Their sand falling beneath a foul grass is as authoritarian as my misunderstood persecutors. A poison forgets me. I fear their chaotic warrior. Did I so soon surrender, restlessly? A brother of pain denies. Long ago he was as foul as my stormclouds. In my childhood they were as all-knowing as those helpless saints. Angels speak lying upon their rainbow, as fitfully as their warrior scratching at a authoritarian sand so soon. I seethe lurking under the contentment. At last, the spasm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.