My rock bursting forth from a magyckal thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are teachers shattered? Rage violently, howl thunderously! The warrior stretching beneath a soft mirage within the dust stands , the desert stamping on a forbidding spasm behind the bat menaces... Look again, though -- an unknown saint uses my sister... Stand, twirl scratching at their spasm! I destroy the mountain coiling within a cruel meadow far above the rainbow. In elder times they were as desolate as the rainbow , yet presently he is justified... Their black wounds howl thunderously so recently. In the modern world I am avenging... And why are the wolves deadly? It seethes. Have chaotic riches defied their mysterious demons? Have those helpless saints exploited their razors? Has my priest of vengeance defied their primitive ravens? Wander pointlessly, twirl silently! Suddenly, it all changes; misunderstood bombs rage violently.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.