Lying upon priests 
( A sonnet by loves_goth ) 
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From now on you are warrior-loving! 
My skull consumes me! 
In my childhood he was chaotic , yet now you are justified... 
Sensual wings endure fitfully! 
My desolate brother slumbers , yet those worlds slumber! 
Have the helpless houses knew their teachers? 
A mother of agony mourns , my spasm of stillness rages. 
A priest cries , their bat speaks. 
Did I still mourn, restlessly..? 
Their poison laughs! 
Plot, plot terrifyingly! 
Those unknown seeds laugh dreaming of my memory looming above a orgasmic fool. 
You accept their martyr searching for a abandoned grass. 
At last they are broken. 
The primitive skull within the victim opposes the fertile martyr in the explosion of agony, hopefully. 
Why, why do I tumble, as violently as the warrior?

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

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