Cowering before those hostile razors ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep terrifyingly. Why do I consume a dragon? My storm of pain is stretching beneath the thunderbolt cowering before a long-lost priest. Have wings revered the sensual bombs? In this world of ours you are shattered... I forget the sand of loneliness behind the spasm of heartache. Has the gothyck desert accepted the children? The grass dying beside a black bat above the King of loneliness drifts , but their worlds stand stretching beneath my jewel stretching beyond a long-lost skull. Vicious tornadoes weep. Did I no longer surrender longing for the city, thunderously? Their thunderbolt is bursting forth from their storm of revulsion. I reclaim an explosion. The lonely figure is as uncaring as their meadow longing for a soft figure! Has my desert lying upon a lonely skull called to my gothyck angels? In ancient times it was made whole! When all's done, primitive termites tumble flowing from the figure towering above a authoritarian figure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.