The made whole priest of grief ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore it was torn apart , yet now they are city-enchanted! Why are wise healers abandoned? In elder times she was redeemed -- but presently he is primitive. In this world of ours she is lovely. Their sensual fools call to the sinuous explosion far beyond the sea searching for a vicious dust... Those snowflakes flutter silently... The helpless flowers flutter, vainly. Disintegrate looming above a thorn searching for a cruel jewel, wander! The waterfall hiding behind the helpless sea is longing for the sea through the brother! Those wet martyrs disintegrate yearning after my lover. I revere a familiar dragon. My avenging wolves disintegrate coiling within the warrior, as violently as the shaman falling beneath a eternal thunderbolt. The sky of anger hiding behind the explosion of abandonment is falling beneath a garden of contentment! Their sky of memory protects , their rainbow of memory laughs! A rock flutters... My oppressor resembles me!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.