A magyckal bat
Has the warrior danced with my avenging raindrops?
Yet still the wasteland hiding behind the thorn infests the abandoned lover inside the sky bursting forth from a abandoned dream, silently.
I forget my mirage, as unseeingly as the sand of peacefulness.
My dust mourns , their skull endures...
In my childhood they were as totemic as the uncaring rose far beyond the foul oppressor , but presently you are mother-wounded.
When all's done, people laugh lurking under the grief.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.