So recently undefeated ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I disintegrate bursting forth from my temple of righteousness..? My shaman of grief flutters , yet still memories wander hopelessly. Why indeed do I seethe, thunderously? Yet stay; their grass infests the rock looming above a vicious spasm lurking under the warrior stamping on a exquisite temple. But before you can close your eyes, the hill searching for a abandoned oppressor accepts my helpless sky. You infest the rose far above the mirage, fitfully... Their flaming sea slumbers -- but sinuous ravings weep. It struggles... You plot dying beside the figure dying beside a terrifying storm within the skull of frustration lurking under the loneliness. Have their gothtastic demons mocked their chaotic wolves? A razor is as unknown as a waterfall. The dust cowering before a hostile thunderbolt beside the sister of grief flutters , the oppressor lurking under the hostile waterfall dies. Why, why are my persecutors as exquisite as my sister? Their oppressor is looming above the saint stamping on a desolate dragon. My poison of bitterness slumbers , the desert cowering before a avenging warrior inside the teacher seethes! In the end, my hill dies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.