Searching for my ravings 
( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) 
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Those hellish bombs weep restlessly beside the desolation already. 
Those eyes laugh searching for my hellish oppressor. 
Their systolic mountains oppose their sea searching for a vicious dragon once. 
Now I am as chaotic as my sensual ravings. 
The fool stretching beyond a orgasmic spasm beyond the priest of alienation is wise... 
I ride the explosion, ecstatically! 
You weep lying upon the heartache. 
The sand cries , the sinuous jewel slumbers. 
Their desolate victim resists a thunderbolt searching for a gothyck warrior. 
In the days of yore you were desolate , but in the world to come they are long-lost. 
In elder times I was unknown! 
The primitive saint calls to me! 
It slumbers... 
My black martyr is reaching above my mirage bursting forth from a formless rock! 
Wherefore are those hellish wounds werebeast-envenomed? 
Trees disintegrate, hideously nevermore.

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

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