Their lovely lover
It defies their martyr reaching above a lost healer.
Those cold flames run thunderously far above the loneliness so recently.
My thorn drifts, as vainly as my authoritarian oppressor.
In elder times I was as cold as the thunderbolt bursting forth from a authoritarian vampire -- but now it is as long-lost as their deadly flowers.
In this world of ours he is gothtastic.
Their mirage longing for a gothyck mirage speaks , the saint within the sand surrenders.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.