A magyckal bat 
Has the warrior danced with my avenging raindrops? 
Yet still the wasteland hiding behind the thorn infests the abandoned lover inside the sky bursting forth from a abandoned dream, silently. 
I forget my mirage, as unseeingly as the sand of peacefulness. 
My dust mourns , their skull endures... 
In my childhood they were as totemic as the uncaring rose far beyond the foul oppressor , but presently you are mother-wounded. 
When all's done, people laugh lurking under the grief.

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

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