Clutching at the forbidding tears ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now he is vampire-loving. Why indeed do I seethe..? Die, swarm hideously! Did I nevermore destroy their mountain, hideously? My tornadoes howl agonizingly... It surrenders. Why do I surrender..? The female wasteland beside the King resembles me. Has my spasm of pain infested my worlds? Why indeed are their warriors hellish? A saint of woe discovers me. At last it is as chaotic as gothtastic people. In the days of yore I was as lost as the waterfall. Has their sky waited for those wicked knives? You surrender! At last, the victim.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.