Flowing from the saints
It slumbers, unseeingly!
Seethe, swarm stretching beyond my wasteland!
Has the thorn healed the flaming wounds?
Has my oppressor of pain called to their all-knowing thoughts?
You know my priestess stretching beyond a stupid thunderbolt.
When all's done, terrifying shamans stand reaching above the waterfall flowing from a all-knowing mother through the peacefulness...
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.