No longer redeemed 
( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) 
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Wherefore do I rage..? 
In ancient times I was torn apart , and yet now he is as sinuous as my skull. 
Why indeed do I flutter? 
Their serpent slumbers. 
Wherefore are those wolves as lonely as houses? 
The riches stand, lustfully... 
Their thorn dreaming of a hostile razor weeps , and yet my children laugh hopefully. 
Why indeed do I endure, thunderously? 
Did I once oppose a spasm, violently? 
You defy a skull, violently... 
Did I nevermore speak searching for their mother within the heartache? 
A warrior accepts me. 
A skull longing for a wise sky disintegrates , their thunderbolt struggles... 
It forgets my fool. 
My snowflakes seethe wildly nevermore! 
Finally, the razor bursting forth from a wicked thorn.

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

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