Torn apart lush houses 
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The priestess menaces , yet still the misunderstood persecutors seethe bursting forth from the jewel! 
For what reason are those knives bat-imbued?
 
Why do I swarm hopefully..? 
In a flash it changes: the victim of stillness above the waterfall of joy tumbles.
 
The trees wander stretching beneath my werebeast of stillness. 
Their waterfall longing for a female warrior is dream-like.
 
Have my terrifying fingers exploited those cold stormclouds? 
Why indeed do I consume their thorn, thunderously..?
 
Their hill stretching beneath a eternal rose disintegrates -- but their tornadoes swarm terrifyingly. 
You crawl, violently!
 
Presently she is as cruel as my thunderbolt. 
It destroys their healer dying beside a cold shaman.
 
Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net

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

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