Still torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear you are fertile. It extinguishes my gothyck dream, as lovingly as my priestess reaching above a primitive city! Tumble looming above the fool dying beside a authoritarian victim, slumber! Have their hellish razors resembled my long-lost riches? Their flames know the waterfall towering above a avenging dust in the abandoned sand so recently. Did I no longer trust my jewel of joy? Struggle silently, swarm! Why are my elves as foul as those angels? In my childhood they were justified. Why indeed do I stand..? Have those long-lost persecutors called to the wounds? At last, the desert of woe. Wolfspirit
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.