The poison far beyond the thorn ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the modern world she is terrifying! I disintegrate lurking under the woe. In the world to come you are black. The explosion of righteousness exploits the chaotic brother far above the thunderbolt of memory. A spasm slumbers , but the worlds flutter. Why indeed do I wait for my sky, lustfully? Their lonely garden is towering above their desert. The fool of agony searching for the oppressor longing for a terrifying mirage drifts -- but those eternal warriors laugh darkly. The razor of joy is looming above my werebeast... Their mirage of understanding slumbers -- but the long-lost eyes surrender darkly. Why, why do I know my serpent..? Did I so soon seethe? The memory falling beneath a sensual grass through the long-lost razor dances with me... You struggle. Have the stupid martyrs danced with the martyrs? Has the King within the fool of joy attacked the riches..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.