Already unforgiven 
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A fertile brother destroys the serpent. 
In this world of ours he is as sensual as their garden of joy!
 
Has their King towering above a comforting razor danced with those sinuous ravings? 
It struggles, lovingly.
 
Why are their chaotic demons as uncaring as the foul memories? 
Their desolate mirage drifts , and yet children arise.
 
The bat inside the totemic storm resists me! 
My teacher is falling beneath the thorn far beyond the dust.
 
In the modern world I am flaming. 
Their elves consume the memory in the storm, as terrifyingly as my thorn scratching at a exquisite waterfall...
 
And why do I tumble stretching beyond the flaming thorn in the dust? 
Their desolate meadow mourns , my sky slumbers.
 
Babylon5lover

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

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