Nevermore remembered 
In the end the primitive storm endures! 
Their thorn roams , but those mysterious wounds weep ecstatically! 
You drift looming above my sister, fitfully. 
A poison swarms , the skull of grief arises! 
I speak ecstatically. 
Wherefore do I crawl, as hopefully as a priest..?
Black Heart Of New Jersey

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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