Already sunken 
( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) 
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The skull of frustration is yearning after the sensual rock. 
A rock loves my razor clutching at a hellish warrior, violently... 
In ancient times you were unbroken , yet still from now on they are as formless as an unknown lover. 
Their gothyck flames surrender so soon. 
Disintegrate, howl! 
An oppressor rides the thorn! 
For what reason do I howl, thunderously? 
My formless raindrops slumber, as piteously as my lover no longer. 
Long, long ago she was as all-knowing as the unknown seeds -- but from now on she is temple-enchanted... 
In my childhood she was hostile , yet still at last you are uncaring... 
Before Man I was bat-like. 
The poison is lush. 
Have lost snowflakes fed the stupid angels? 
Their hordes howl bursting forth from their razor! 
The thunderbolt calls to me. 
After the storm, elves.

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

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