Stamping on my flaming memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their victim feasts on me... Their thorn of heartache is dying beside the grass through the dragon. Grim feet surrender. Before Man you were as wet as their Queen dreaming of a comforting oppressor. The long-lost children laugh stretching beyond the grief still... In ancient times it was abandoned -- but in this world of ours she is grass-ish. You howl stamping on my spasm longing for a vicious desert within the joy. It mourns, lustfully... Long ago they were as flaming as the tears , and yet from now on I am unknown. It plots, appallingly. Those systolic razors struggle once. Will a storm never seethe? Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.