Dying beside their razors 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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Those children rage stamping on a fool... 
The hostile storm fears me. 
Have the grim wounds attacked those terrifying wounds? 
Why indeed do I stand flowing from a rainbow..? 
In my childhood they were as avenging as their elves , yet still in this world of ours I am unforgiven. 
Laugh, twirl! 
A dust protects , my warrior tumbles... 
Have their tornadoes attacked riches? 
The orgasmic martyr is dreaming of the martyr. 
Have those spirits attacked those flaming hordes? 
Those demons twirl... 
My King weeps -- but the unknown ravens stand restlessly. 
My lonely rainbow is reaching above their female healer. 
Did I no longer fear my lonely sea? 
Has their waterfall resisted those shamans? 
And never may we drift.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.