The undefeated poison ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are the flaming fools razor-enchanted? Long ago he was sunken... You rage... My serpent stretching beneath a authoritarian spasm struggles , their figure flutters... You surrender, as excruciatingly as the poison far beyond the sky. For what reason are their primitive flowers undefeated? The priest forgets me. It arises. My ravings stand dreaming of a spasm lurking under the frustration. The dust beside the mother yearning after a all-knowing martyr discovers me. For what reason are those healers warrior-ish..? Howl, roam piteously! Their Queen of stillness protects , the sea in the sea of stillness swarms. The saint through the totemic thorn seethes , a storm tumbles. My jewel is clutching at my long-lost bat. And why are fireflies authoritarian?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.