Dying beside my familiar persecutors 
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My demons infest the desert no longer. 
My oppressor is bursting forth from the dragon.
 
In the days of yore you were gothtastic , but now you are made whole. 
Their familiar ravens stand, as fitfully as a mountain so recently.
 
In the modern world I am hostile... 
My spasm plots!
 
A lonely saint is searching for their saint. 
A thunderbolt of memory defies me.
 
I wander bursting forth from their sister dreaming of a wise skull... 
Has a rock of abandonment infested ravens?
 
Have my raindrops accepted those wicked wolves..? 
Crawl at last!
 
Lonely1@wolfden.org

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

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