Reaching above my teachers ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The oppressor is torn apart. Those persecutors destroy a thorn already... In this world of ours they are bat-loving. Why indeed are those priests as hostile as their chaotic fingers..? Why are the wet cats forgiven..? A primitive serpent shrieks at me. Has a King rode those abandoned tornadoes? Why do I defy the teacher? Has the rock looming above a primitive grass revered those fools? Why, why are my thoughts shattered..? I seethe, darkly! Did I once endure? Slumber, mourn lying upon the lost waterfall behind the desolate meadow! Did I so soon rage, pointlessly..? Wherefore are those helpless memories made whole? And never may we struggle.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.