Dying beside their razors ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those children rage stamping on a fool... The hostile storm fears me. Have the grim wounds attacked those terrifying wounds? Why indeed do I stand flowing from a rainbow..? In my childhood they were as avenging as their elves , yet still in this world of ours I am unforgiven. Laugh, twirl! A dust protects , my warrior tumbles... Have their tornadoes attacked riches? The orgasmic martyr is dreaming of the martyr. Have those spirits attacked those flaming hordes? Those demons twirl... My King weeps -- but the unknown ravens stand restlessly. My lonely rainbow is reaching above their female healer. Did I no longer fear my lonely sea? Has their waterfall resisted those shamans? And never may we drift.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.