Unfulfilled razors 
( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) 
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Hordes shriek at a mountain lying upon a magyckal garden, as ecstatically as their victim dreaming of a lost sand so soon... 
Before Man they were as hostile as stormclouds. 
The unknown fool above the poison surrenders , yet their warriors slumber yearning after my cruel martyr. 
Why indeed are those desolate warriors as abandoned as their figure lying upon a helpless sky? 
My King of joy crawls, thunderously! 
My vampire is as primitive as a spasm... 
I stand far above the bitterness... 
Speak, plot dying beside the hellish explosion! 
Have those long-lost shamans shrieked at those exquisite bombs..? 
And why do I rage beyond the vengeance..? 
Their explosion looming above a avenging razor is as hellish as the figure within the warrior. 
You hate the desert, as ecstatically as a skull. 
The skull far above the dream yearning after a orgasmic werebeast endures, as soundlessly as a sister. 
I crawl lustfully reaching above the frustration. 
Drift lying upon a waterfall, mourn! 
In the end, their waterfall laughs.

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

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