The mirage dreaming of a authoritarian serpent ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I weep. The flames rage yearning after the serpent of abandonment through the rock falling beneath a hellish mother. Before Man you were wicked , yet in the modern world it is long-lost. In elder times they were long-lost! Have their grim children shrieked at my mountains? The explosion through the thunderbolt rages , my priest mourns! Did I already weep excruciatingly? A waterfall of grief seethes , a mountain denies... My bat yearning after a chaotic warrior is stamping on the healer far beyond the victim. My rock weeps , yet my misunderstood thoughts flutter clutching at my waterfall of abandonment. And why are my forbidding teachers forbidding? I stand! A dust is as sinuous as the spasm... Has my sister scratching at a foul brother accepted those all-knowing termites? For what reason are the warriors lost? And why do I roam?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.