The poison far beyond the thorn 
( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) 
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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.