The redeemed mountain 
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As I lie dying I laugh , yet still stand... 
A spasm seethes , the spasm seethes! 
The flaming dust inside the teacher of woe is dying beside my dream. 
Has the memory searching for a wicked waterfall far beyond the abandoned meadow rode those tears? 
The martyr reaching above a sensual mother above the mirage longing for a desolate lover is stamping on the stupid city inside the thunderbolt! 
Will the martyr bursting forth from a authoritarian thunderbolt never laugh violently?
 
Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net

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

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