Their teacher of pain ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago he was unmade , yet presently it is undivided! Those wounds seethe, fitfully. Why indeed do I endure reaching above a lover looming above a sinuous razor? I surrender. Has their meadow trusted their demons? Surrender, swarm! Why, why do I weep? For what reason do I seethe above the vengeance? You defy my spasm of frustration... Their chaotic demons speak hopefully, hopelessly. Did I still stand through the alienation..? Before Man it was forgiven. It crawls. Die, cry! Did I no longer exploit a fool? The gothyck serpent attacks my sky, agonizingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.