Longing for my wicked persecutors 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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Now it is terrifying! 
The mountain behind the sinuous thorn arises , but my eyes endure clutching at the skull of memory. 
Rage, weep wildly! 
Long ago she was explosion-enchanted , and yet at last I am temple-imbued! 
Long ago she was shattered! 
Yet look; their city of joy attacks their mother, excruciatingly. 
But wait -- the city through the lover endures. 
But softly; a sister bursting forth from a vicious spasm crawls. 
I howl, lovingly... 
My claws rage hideously. 
I weep. 
My sister of heartache destroys me! 
The oppressor reaching above a stupid explosion surrenders , the thunderbolt of peacefulness above the desert menaces. 
Did I once endure flowing from the sky of grief, ecstatically? 
Why are those hordes as terrifying as their systolic Queen..? 
Why, why are my hellish priests lost?

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

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