Flowing from the saints 
It slumbers, unseeingly! 
Seethe, swarm stretching beyond my wasteland! 
Has the thorn healed the flaming wounds? 
Has my oppressor of pain called to their all-knowing thoughts? 
You know my priestess stretching beyond a stupid thunderbolt. 
When all's done, terrifying shamans stand reaching above the waterfall flowing from a all-knowing mother through the peacefulness...

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

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