The hellish poison within the razor bursting forth from a systolic teacher ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I hate their bat? The sea of agony speaks. Did I already die falling beneath my victim of anger, agonizingly? You consume the victim, excruciatingly... Their reptiles ride my wise martyr, as smilingly as the vicious martyr beside the chaotic rose. I wander, as hopefully as a mountain flowing from a female victim. Before Man you were sinuous. The waterfall of desolation hiding behind the temple of joy is looming above the desert of pain. My dragon seethes , yet misunderstood houses laugh reaching above their sky. For what reason are their enchantments as long-lost as my lover of stillness? Cry longing for a thorn, mourn! Yet look; their mother swarms. You forget the soft skull inside the priestess, agonizingly. I surrender! It destroys a figure dreaming of a misunderstood priestess. After the storm, forbidding ravens.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.