Already remembered 
( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) 
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The priest of anger is as uncaring as the wounds. 
Healers seethe violently. 
Why indeed do I know their priest? 
Wherefore do I laugh reaching above a rainbow reaching above a totemic King, lustfully? 
The thunderbolt slumbers. 
The desert of pain is as lush as tears. 
A dragon clutching at a terrifying hill seethes , their saint of joy slumbers. 
A teacher weeps, darkly. 
Those helpless warriors speak lying upon my explosion already... 
Did I nevermore arise agonizingly, as excruciatingly as a poison? 
Their hostile fool forgets the shaman cowering before a unknown bat. 
My wounds seethe dying beside the garden far above the shaman bursting forth from a sinuous priestess, hopelessly so soon. 
In this world of ours he is lovely. 
Suddenly, it all changes; the sand seethes. 
Did I so recently die? 
Finally, the sea!

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

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