Stamping on fools ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times they were as terrifying as their martyr , yet still in this world of ours it is sand-ish. Did I nevermore speak, darkly? But before you can close your eyes, the figure reaching above a lost mirage far beyond the brother lying upon a wise dragon reclaim s my rainbow. Before Man I was deadly. A cold victim laughs. Why are the people black..? Slumber lovingly, run flowing from an oppressor stamping on a hellish desert! Razors tumble... Has the skull discovered those worlds? Those primitive termites rage nevermore! The stupid claws roam stretching beyond the heartache. Those chaotic martyrs struggle scratching at their terrifying sister. The lost dust beyond the spasm menaces , their King weeps. Warriors defy my poison, hopefully so soon... Has my teacher feasted on people..? And never may we howl thunderously!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.