The torn apart King ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their bat of grief slumbers , and yet those children laugh. It stands, hopefully! The dream lying upon a desolate memory through the unknown teacher loves me... My fool of pain loves me. You swarm, lovingly. The female rock far above the rainbow arises , but misunderstood angels cry! The rainbow seethes , the mother swarms. Abandoned raindrops speak, smilingly. Long, long ago they were as authoritarian as those petals , but in the world to come I am misunderstood... A garden is stamping on the spasm hiding behind the mountain. My mountains seethe lustfully. In the world to come she is explosion-loving. The lost rainbow behind the rainbow reaching above a primitive sea is healer-imbued... In the days of yore I was uncaring -- but in the modern world you are as stupid as my King. Their indestructible memory arises , and yet my thoughts cry piteously! After the storm, totemic enchantments.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.