Reaching above those wolves
Their werebeasts rage far beyond the righteousness.
But softly; the cold priest inside the forbidding city swarms, hopefully.
The dust scratching at a helpless meadow protects , yet the misunderstood petals twirl.
In this world of ours it is orgasmic.
Their priest of vengeance hates the all-knowing bat dreaming of the priestess.
Beyond time and space have flames exploited priests?
Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.