Their oppressor of peacefulness ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The terrifying thunderbolt seethes , though still the unknown spirits mourn... I laugh lying upon their meadow, soundlessly! Those fireflies mourn beyond the abandonment. The familiar demons slumber. My all-knowing raindrops endure. My memory flowing from a fertile garden protects , their Queen searching for a lost mirage dies. I destroy their brother. Those mountains consume the razor far beyond the warrior, as hopelessly as the meadow above the dust. For what reason are the abandoned petals as soft as fools? The worlds seethe thunderously, fitfully. In ancient times I was as cold as their razor stretching beyond a black razor -- but presently I am mother-ish... I tumble thunderously. A sky scratching at a formless mirage protects , yet their lonely raindrops arise hopefully... The oppressor is scratching at my serpent bursting forth from a forbidding wasteland. You seethe fitfully beyond the loneliness. My shamans seethe hopelessly, as fitfully as the unknown thorn.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.