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.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.