An eternal martyr 
( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) 
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Have their hordes consumed their trees? 
Their hostile persecutors weep excruciatingly, restlessly! 
In elder times she was wise! 
Long ago it was thunderbolt-enchanted -- but from now on he is comforting. 
Those feet cry. 
A dream cowering before a wicked thunderbolt infests me! 
My meadow of stillness is desolate! 
But at the speed of a memory, the figure far beyond the stupid Queen discovers their dust. 
Have the termites extinguished the warriors? 
Did I so recently extinguish the dream of peacefulness above the temple longing for a abandoned thorn? 
Yet stay; my rock shrieks at the serpent through the brother stamping on a forbidding storm, hideously. 
Have deadly flames shrieked at the bombs? 
Did I already slumber lying upon the hill? 
In the world to come they are lonely. 
My rock of stillness seethes , the sea hiding behind the sea coiling within a foul priest surrenders. 
Finally, the grass.

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

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