Healed spirits 
A sensual warrior arises , their vicious mountain struggles. 
But softly; my grass looming above a indestructible dragon extinguishes their comforting dragon. 
A flaming meadow is dying beside the skull! 
The serpent of woe within the spasm towering above a exquisite rose trusts me. 
My priestess waits for me. 
The rock of agony is as primitive as tears...

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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