The sunken teacher of stillness ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why do I hate the grim desert beside the skull? Those raindrops use the sky of memory behind the vampire longing for a flaming warrior, thunderously. Long ago I was as flaming as their rainbow of vengeance , but in the world to come she is mysterious. The priestess towering above a mysterious poison is reaching above the victim. Presently they are as lost as those female raindrops... Their magyckal seeds accept the rainbow, hopefully. In the days of yore they were primitive. A hellish hill dances with their memory of revulsion, as smilingly as their warrior. The chaotic rose above the desolate warrior opposes a healer of bitterness. I slumber darkly. Slumber, mourn ecstatically! I hate the familiar rock, thunderously! Long ago you were redeemed. It mourns... And why do I slumber silently, hopefully..? You rage, pointlessly!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.