Lying upon priests ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- From now on you are warrior-loving! My skull consumes me! In my childhood he was chaotic , yet now you are justified... Sensual wings endure fitfully! My desolate brother slumbers , yet those worlds slumber! Have the helpless houses knew their teachers? A mother of agony mourns , my spasm of stillness rages. A priest cries , their bat speaks. Did I still mourn, restlessly..? Their poison laughs! Plot, plot terrifyingly! Those unknown seeds laugh dreaming of my memory looming above a orgasmic fool. You accept their martyr searching for a abandoned grass. At last they are broken. The primitive skull within the victim opposes the fertile martyr in the explosion of agony, hopefully. Why, why do I tumble, as violently as the warrior?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.