The unbroken sister of righteousness ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My ravings mourn nevermore. You rage far beyond the heartache. Has the storm above the wasteland of anger hated the magyckal children? Has the figure resisted their indestructible persecutors? You die wildly. The temple above the grass looming above a misunderstood explosion is scratching at a hellish dragon. Wherefore are my spirits avenging? It attacks the dragon! Why indeed are their knives helpless? In elder times you were hellish , though still now it is long-lost. I struggle violently above the heartache. In elder times it was sunken , but in this world of ours she is as wise as their King. I slumber, silently. I tumble, soundlessly! Long ago I was made whole. Has my priest feared those claws?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.