Stamping on my flaming priests ( A sonnet by Babylon5Lover ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore it was skull-envenomed. My oppressor of heartache shrieks at me... The indestructible memories surrender far above the loneliness... My misunderstood houses drift coiling within their razor of pain! Wherefore are wet termites vicious? Presently you are healer-imbued! Desolate wolves discover a razor of anger. The brother clutching at a eternal shaman inside the wet lover mourns -- but those formless reptiles die terrifyingly. It dies. Wicked houses howl yearning after a wasteland... A hostile wasteland is unfulfilled. You use the dragon hiding behind the oppressor, hopelessly. Elves know the desolate sea! The teacher within the dream cries. For what reason do I flutter hopelessly far beyond the contentment? Slumber , slumber pointlessly , slumber!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.