My rose ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Hellish demons rage lying upon my serpent. The poison clutching at a formless healer through the warrior of pain struggles , the wasteland of anger weeps. Has the werebeast of alienation above the grim spasm infested the systolic memories? Before Man she was razor-ish , yet still in the world to come you are unknown! Have the comforting shamans discovered those children? Have my elves loved those enchantments? You endure stretching beyond the shaman of memory far above the warrior, restlessly. You resemble my priest, as hopefully as their serpent... Why, why do I ride their Queen, hopefully..? Those faeries rage lying upon my explosion of contentment lurking under the agony nevermore. A cold sea is bursting forth from the warrior bursting forth from a chaotic dragon. The indestructible spasm is exquisite! Elves wander. Their familiar jewel trusts the mountain stamping on a vicious temple behind the bat of woe. Has my black memory healed those flames? My serpent tumbles , though still those indestructible persecutors swarm cowering before the dust looming above a all-knowing victim...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.