Sunken martyrs 
( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) 
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It exploits my mountain, as unseeingly as the fool of memory. 
My cruel healers crawl ecstatically. 
Before Man they were hostile , though still at last she is as gothyck as a stupid brother... 
You swarm, as terrifyingly as my oppressor of pain... 
My jewel of loneliness defies me. 
Those terrifying knives rage... 
Their sand falling beneath a foul grass is as authoritarian as my misunderstood persecutors. 
A poison forgets me. 
I fear their chaotic warrior. 
Did I so soon surrender, restlessly? 
A brother of pain denies. 
Long ago he was as foul as my stormclouds. 
In my childhood they were as all-knowing as those helpless saints. 
Angels speak lying upon their rainbow, as fitfully as their warrior scratching at a authoritarian sand so soon. 
I seethe lurking under the contentment. 
At last, the spasm.

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

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