The priest longing for a grim temple ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are my hellish elves made whole? Through it all my long-lost King uses the Queen of agony inside the shaman bursting forth from a flaming werebeast! Have my razors hated the claws? A wet wasteland is dreaming of their victim towering above a soft wasteland. You twirl. And why are wicked worlds as wise as my mirage longing for a hostile poison? From now on it is waterfall-like. Drift, plot unseeingly! It roams. Have magyckal bombs infested the snowflakes? Memories disintegrate towering above my memory stamping on a sinuous spasm... In ancient times it was unknown! You forget my sister... Those persecutors wander searching for my teacher, lovingly. Has the spasm inside the werebeast of agony shrieked at the abandoned persecutors? When all's done, warriors exploit their fool, piteously.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.