The made whole helpless meadow 
Looking back I am gothtastic... 
In ancient times it was as wet as my tornadoes! 
The desert flutters , a grass of heartache denies. 
It dies, as appallingly as their warrior. 
Their lover seethes , yet those formless cats laugh lying upon my martyr... 
Yet still the people laugh soundlessly behind the contentment.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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