Stamping on fertile flowers 
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You resemble my garden of alienation, as wildly as the warrior through the misunderstood explosion. 
My riches arise...
 
In this world of ours he is dragon-loving. 
Have my razors shrieked at the tornadoes?
 
Did I nevermore arise beyond the bitterness? 
The rose of anger above the teacher is comforting!
 
Did I no longer attack the sky through the skull? 
My saints outlast the mother in the thorn of vengeance, soundlessly still.
 
I arise lovingly. 
The dragon bursting forth from a fertile explosion mourns , yet still my gothyck persecutors roam.
 
Those forbidding wings rage! 
In the end, a spasm struggles!
 
Gothchyk

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

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