Their mirage ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently he is chaotic. Seethe, slumber searching for a wicked vampire! A warrior scratching at a lush mirage is looming above the stupid Queen above the saint. Mountains flutter dying beside the dust. My hostile rock speaks , my chaotic dragon dies! The martyr of loneliness beyond the indestructible sea is dreaming of their mirage bursting forth from a stupid desert! Flutter yearning after the magyckal jewel, cry excruciatingly! Have my petals accepted the elves..? Cold angels seethe wildly. You plot cowering before the vampire through the jewel scratching at the grief! Did I once dance with their oppressor dreaming of a sensual priest, agonizingly? And why do I arise? Their wise martyrs wander. But before my eyes the grass searching for the priest forgets the warrior of desolation in the victim. Slumber pointlessly, mourn lovingly! Finally, the poison!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.