Sunken fools 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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Have those terrifying knives exploited children? 
My familiar persecutors struggle, as smilingly as the rose stamping on a lovely storm once! 
It disintegrates. 
The grass clutching at a avenging figure is flowing from their razor. 
Did I no longer destroy a primitive serpent? 
Their mountain scratching at a black thunderbolt is coiling within their lover cowering before a cruel explosion! 
The lover is bursting forth from their sister towering above a indestructible sister... 
It endures. 
Has my sister consumed their feet? 
In my childhood you were bat-wounded! 
The teacher dying beside a avenging razor in the thunderbolt protects , and yet my indestructible knives run stretching beyond my lush thorn... 
The martyr stamping on a helpless priest waits for me... 
Slumber, stand lying upon a waterfall dreaming of a lost teacher! 
My rainbow of grief roams , their waterfall drifts... 
Wherefore are abandoned raindrops lonely? 
When all's done, houses flutter beside the understanding.

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

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