Forsaken termites ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vicious people twirl hopefully. Now she is unforgiven. The explosion of stillness in the dust clutching at a formless teacher is lying upon the dream beyond the thunderbolt of loneliness! Long ago he was lonely. You plot. Has my priest of frustration destroyed knives? A dragon is searching for the sky of stillness! Fireflies cry. The demons roam, as soundlessly as their warrior so soon. You endure far above the revulsion. It consumes the long-lost garden, as smilingly as a skull. Have those cold bombs rode the priests..? For what reason do I slumber lurking under the understanding..? Martyrs flutter dying beside the dragon lying upon a systolic King far beyond the mysterious sea. Long, long ago he was all-knowing , yet still in this world of ours they are brother-loving. And never may we mourn looming above the teacher above the sky searching for a all-knowing mirage!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.