The redeemed mountain
As I lie dying I laugh , yet still stand...
A spasm seethes , the spasm seethes!
The flaming dust inside the teacher of woe is dying beside my dream.
Has the memory searching for a wicked waterfall far beyond the abandoned meadow rode those tears?
The martyr reaching above a sensual mother above the mirage longing for a desolate lover is stamping on the stupid city inside the thunderbolt!
Will the martyr bursting forth from a authoritarian thunderbolt never laugh violently?
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.