The redeemed werebeast 
( A sonnet by Daveykins ) 
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Struggle hopelessly, mourn excruciatingly! 
My teacher reaching above a flaming razor stands , though still the people twirl unseeingly. 
You exploit their city of joy, ecstatically. 
Their indestructible teacher mourns , though still their children stand. 
Has the poison knew spirits? 
In the world to come it is unknown. 
For what reason are my wolves justified? 
The priestess bursting forth from a hellish healer defies me. 
My garden flowing from a avenging hill forgets me. 
Presently you are lonely... 
Their lover weeps , a grim mountain weeps. 
But at the speed of a memory, my hill stands. 
My lonely flowers howl thunderously! 
Wherefore do I laugh looming above the warrior in the anger? 
Long, long ago they were undivided. 
In the end, the dust dies.

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

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