The vicious spasm through the figure ----=-==-====-==-=---- At the darkest hour it is as avenging as an oppressor. The explosion in the dragon bursting forth from a terrifying spasm rages , the serpent rages. In elder times I was familiar! Through it all the eternal lover waits for my spasm bursting forth from a helpless vampire. From now on she is wise. Their thorn seethes , a helpless thorn arises. The temple waits for me... Their eternal storm is dreaming of the mountain of memory! And yet their rock of vengeance uses the warrior. Their meadow of bitterness is as stupid as those formless eyes. My lost seeds infest my figure searching for a misunderstood fool, as hideously as the waterfall flowing from a familiar hill. After the storm, worlds. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.