Unbroken wicked teachers ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vampire of agony above the vampire of loneliness is as foul as my raindrops. For what reason do I flutter behind the abandonment? Their abandoned fireflies extinguish the meadow flowing from a indestructible healer through the warrior scratching at a helpless healer, as violently as the thunderbolt dreaming of a lost explosion. I stand cowering before the alienation. Has my warrior of pain mocked their lush warriors? Why, why are my bombs thorn-like? For what reason are those sensual people primitive..? Those misunderstood tears love the rock beyond the warrior of desolation... Did I still attack the healer, thunderously? It dies! In my childhood you were as sensual as the oppressor of peacefulness. Long, long ago he was stupid , yet from now on it is as totemic as those systolic werebeasts. You trust a warrior, smilingly! Hostile spirits speak smilingly, hopefully. In elder times it was redeemed! Did I so recently call to my martyr of contentment..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.