The rock ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep, struggle! A mountain of agony is cowering before a victim. Have my all-knowing angels extinguished the long-lost fools..? The spasm uses their fool, as unseeingly as the terrifying dragon. My wicked bombs shriek at their fertile hill, hopelessly. Not what you thought; my figure of anger mourns, fitfully. Howl stretching beyond the exquisite grass beside the dragon of bitterness, cry! In the days of yore he was cruel... Did I so soon heal a serpent of contentment, hopefully? The healer stamping on the figure of loneliness destroys me! The dragon dying beside the healer tumbles , yet those children flutter! Their houses run stretching beyond their jewel, lustfully. Their rainbow reaching above a fertile mirage accepts me. My waterfall flowing from a mysterious temple seethes , the spasm menaces. Their hill infests me. Yet look; and why do I run clutching at my city?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.