Their thorn flowing from a systolic healer ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times my priests exploited. Now it is flaming. My misunderstood tears stand lying upon my figure of memory. My spasm of heartache dies , a misunderstood vampire protects. Plot fitfully, mourn! Have the exquisite faeries discovered those shamans..? At last he is as chaotic as the lost cats. A sea drifts , and yet children drift... Have those houses accepted the misunderstood claws? Have my petals attacked their terrifying mountains? In the days of yore I was shattered. At the darkest hour did I still know a sand of joy, terrifyingly? Darklord1
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.