vineri, 27 februarie 2009

Mallory, this is poetry.. generator

I am black before the fire

So comely about the bullshit
We breathe colorful fangs above the sky
Alass, alack! The vision is going
All quaking within the spirits
You battle tiny eggs under the tomb
Be wary! The day is done
I am black before the fire
I find poisonous demons in the vapors
Alass, alack! The King has died
backlit hopeful
trying to recall
a ticking clock
In whose heart
the other
ask his way
when the world was new

poetry generator v2.1