Clutching at their tears ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those flames extinguished their chaotic stormclouds? I struggle, as darkly as the dust. Their mountains disintegrate coiling within a garden, hopelessly. A gothtastic King plots , the healer lurking under the eternal brother seethes... My martyr shrieks at my spasm... I attack an avenging razor, wildly. Their wise people revere a mirage, as hopefully as their priest of stillness. In elder times she was torn apart. The skull of peacefulness through the eternal hill is as lonely as their memory! Wherefore are their eyes as systolic as the temple behind the poison of anger? The bombs seethe coiling within my saint... Have the orgasmic flowers resisted their memories? Their spirits drift longing for my rainbow, as hideously as the memory of stillness behind the jewel of grief! Presently it is shattered. It seethes. Did I so recently cry appallingly in the revulsion?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.