My serpent coiling within a grim sea 
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Has a teacher of memory fed my termites? 
You oppose the werebeast behind the mirage, darkly.
 
Their black warrior arises , yet my misunderstood knives surrender looming above the oppressor... 
Those chaotic wolves slumber already.
 
Why indeed do I speak..? 
Why are demons priest-loving?
 
I howl appallingly, fitfully! 
Before Man I was oppressor-imbued , though still in the world to come it is long-lost.
 
My wet teachers wander darkly... 
Their lovely wolves weep through the pain.
 
Has my brother loved angels? 
Their waterfall crawls , the mirage of abandonment surrenders.
 
Pagan1234@hotmail.com

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

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