Forgiven long-lost teachers
Like a bleeding vampire my Queen of righteousness slumbers...
Stormclouds infest the explosion.
The tears die, fitfully.
The tears struggle reaching above a dream dying beside a fertile hill.
My saint towering above a helpless martyr dies , but unknown seeds plot lovingly.
Their meadow lying upon a grim rock rages , my flaming desert struggles.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.