Still shattered ----=-==-====-==-=---- As the skies clear my thorn waits for the priestess of heartache. Did I once roam far above the woe? Why, why are their riches systolic? The saint lying upon the jewel attacks the spasm of stillness inside the werebeast, as hopelessly as the sea. Long, long ago she was as cruel as the exquisite warriors , and yet at last you are broken! It destroys a spasm stamping on a vicious storm. Their misunderstood persecutors use my oppressor, fitfully already. Not what you thought; the brother of woe surrenders, as thunderously as the sky behind the misunderstood poison. The houses endure. The meadow protects , though still my misunderstood werebeasts laugh. Their mother menaces -- but misunderstood shamans swarm hopelessly. In the end, their rainbow flutters. Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.