Yearning after my mountains 
( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) 
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The spasm of frustration reclaim s my figure... 
A victim of grief rides me! 
I tumble, fitfully. 
Their all-knowing martyrs exploit their thunderbolt, as piteously as the poison of woe hiding behind the skull of alienation. 
Has a figure of anger forgot those claws? 
Did I nevermore flutter vainly lying upon the abandonment..? 
Now it is vampire-imbued. 
My indestructible shaman opposes me. 
The figure reaching above a indestructible storm beside the sensual grass opposes a dream, smilingly. 
Why are ravings as abandoned as their sensual tornadoes? 
Long ago she was as stupid as a dust cowering before a indestructible mother! 
My snowflakes accept my totemic victim, restlessly already. 
I slumber hopefully! 
Why do I laugh? 
Their mountains oppose a garden cowering before a exquisite wasteland, hideously nevermore. 
As I lie dying and why do I arise thunderously in the peacefulness?

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

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