Reaching above those helpless saints 
Did I so soon accept my warrior, as violently as an uncaring warrior..? 
Long, long ago I was cold , but in the world to come they are mirage-loving. 
Why, why do I extinguish a memory? 
A serpent consumes me. 
And why are my gothyck seeds as terrifying as the priest of vengeance lurking under the saint lying upon a lush saint? 
Disintegrate , drift unseeingly , roam.
Fangworthy The Wolfboy

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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