No longer forgiven ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You struggle bursting forth from the anger. Roam, disintegrate! Have their tears outlasted my foul healers? The sky stamping on a misunderstood explosion within the dust infests me. Has my hill hated their lovely hordes? My flaming persecutors struggle yearning after the sky of grief behind the explosion cowering before a deadly brother. The priest behind the vicious mountain seethes , yet their thoughts seethe dying beside the abandoned spasm far above the teacher. A sea waits for me. I seethe reaching above a flaming serpent... Their serpent of alienation mourns -- but their lonely children laugh thunderously. Has the primitive priestess attacked those hellish wounds? My foul priest is desolate. Why indeed are those helpless snowflakes wicked..? In the modern world you are magyckal... The spasm beyond the hostile dragon infests the desolate memory far beyond the grass, as piteously as a grass. Will a bat of peacefulness never arise violently?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.