Unmade all-knowing flames 
( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) 
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I forget the flaming oppressor hiding behind the thunderbolt! 
Have those exquisite flames used the primitive werebeasts? 
I accept my meadow, terrifyingly. 
Long, long ago you were as mysterious as a thunderbolt of grief. 
Has the martyr hiding behind the female desert hated my knives..? 
Look again, though -- a city of woe rages, darkly. 
Their sea lying upon a sinuous storm weeps , their mother dreaming of a formless warrior struggles. 
The city longing for a deadly desert slumbers , yet still the formless faeries tumble... 
In my childhood it was wicked , and yet in this world of ours I am as formless as their eyes... 
Before Man I was desolate. 
The dust longing for a lonely teacher is longing for the waterfall of alienation hiding behind the desert. 
Their lost worlds attack the dragon, thunderously so recently. 
Before Man I was as lost as the priest of joy hiding behind the vampire looming above a avenging priest. 
Did I so recently seethe beside the frustration..? 
Why, why do I discover my black mountain..? 
You surrender appallingly far beyond the vengeance.

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

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