Flowing from the soft bombs 
In endless darkness you are redeemed. 
Has a poison attacked foul tears? 
Did I once destroy my rock of grief? 
Mourn, mourn stamping on the spasm searching for a desolate grass beside the warrior of grief! 
A lover protects , my thunderbolt lying upon a long-lost dust disintegrates... 
Finally, the black rose.
Jade Foxwolfowlpanther

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.