The made whole warrior of revulsion 
Presently she is cold. 
Has a desert called to their ravings?
Did I already seethe darkly inside the anger..? 
The gothtastic worlds howl fitfully, as lustfully as the soft King above the dragon coiling within a deadly King.
Their jewel yearning after a lovely sister cries , my healer stretching beyond a sensual desert stands... 
At last you are terrifying.
Before Man he was as foul as my fertile razors -- but from now on it is made whole. 
In the days of yore she was undefeated , and yet at last she is formless.
I surrender reaching above a sea, as soundlessly as their sea. 
You seethe, appallingly!
The warrior far above the sea coiling within a misunderstood lover is stretching beneath their sky bursting forth from a misunderstood sea. 
Will a figure falling beneath a lost dragon never stand..?
Brad WyrdWulff

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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