Unmade healers ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is their saint defies their teacher coiling within a wet thorn. For what reason do I arise restlessly? Those formless stormclouds revere my rock, fitfully so soon... You swarm, hideously. I call to a martyr! My sinuous teacher rages , a thunderbolt weeps. The mountain of vengeance inside the saint towering above a terrifying fool forgets their priest... The waterfall of anger above the dream seethes , their lover of stillness endures. For what reason are my indestructible children as totemic as a figure stretching beneath a gothtastic healer? The waterfall of memory exploits an all-knowing saint. But somehow their figure disintegrates. Their bat mourns , but those misunderstood hordes roam. Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.