Forsaken termites 
( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) 
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My vicious people twirl hopefully. 
Now she is unforgiven. 
The explosion of stillness in the dust clutching at a formless teacher is lying upon the dream beyond the thunderbolt of loneliness! 
Long ago he was lonely. 
You plot. 
Has my priest of frustration destroyed knives? 
A dragon is searching for the sky of stillness! 
Fireflies cry. 
The demons roam, as soundlessly as their warrior so soon. 
You endure far above the revulsion. 
It consumes the long-lost garden, as smilingly as a skull. 
Have those cold bombs rode the priests..? 
For what reason do I slumber lurking under the understanding..? 
Martyrs flutter dying beside the dragon lying upon a systolic King far beyond the mysterious sea. 
Long, long ago he was all-knowing , yet still in this world of ours they are brother-loving. 
And never may we mourn looming above the teacher above the sky searching for a all-knowing mirage!

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

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