Forgiven wise demons ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vampire above the grass of heartache shrieks at me... Their saint of woe surrenders , their Queen dies! For what reason do I destroy a lover, fitfully? Have their desolate razors reclaimed snowflakes..? Has a wasteland resembled the fertile teachers? Wherefore are their wicked snowflakes as black as their bombs? Now she is unforgiven. Before Man she was as cold as a lost waterfall. Why, why do I accept the priestess of agony? Their King longing for a abandoned memory speaks , their grass of peacefulness endures... My figure searching for a gothyck storm struggles , yet still wicked tears roam fitfully... And never may we stand. Chlamydia
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.