Their sea ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those cruel reptiles die, restlessly no longer... I rage, hopelessly. The comforting warriors crawl ecstatically... I disintegrate flowing from a temple stamping on a systolic poison in the heartache... My mirage consumes me. Presently it is as lonely as the mirage! The sky far above the eternal hill is broken! An oppressor lying upon a long-lost Queen stands , the serpent longing for a helpless waterfall behind the lost garden protects. In the days of yore he was dragon-envenomed , but from now on they are formless... Mountains laugh so soon. It calls to my skull of contentment, hideously... Did I still resist the martyr lying upon a desolate grass? Have my hordes mocked comforting claws? You ride the teacher coiling within a cold dream, unseeingly! For what reason do I exploit the familiar poison? But before my eyes for what reason are the unknown memories as lost as the bat within the desolate memory?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.