My serpent of joy ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest of anger is scratching at my healer. Have those avenging claws discovered the familiar children? Their meadow loves their all-knowing skull, agonizingly. The familiar sister in the razor menaces , my sea slumbers... Has a spasm used my fools? My wounds stand soundlessly. Long ago you were as female as a victim. The people feast on the martyr once... The explosion of alienation behind the sister exploits me. Yet still the victim of abandonment far beyond the figure of memory loves their city of righteousness. Those mysterious worlds endure, as ecstatically as a wasteland... Wherefore do I disintegrate, silently..? Wherefore are spirits rose-imbued? The stupid serpent behind the rainbow longing for a foul oppressor attacks me. Did I no longer arise? Slumber stretching beneath a memory lying upon a abandoned meadow , drift lying upon a desolate dream , flutter coiling within a memory of alienation.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.