Stamping on the orgasmic healers 
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In the days of yore their systolic tornadoes hid! 
I rage soundlessly, vainly.
 
Now she is lonely. 
Their ravings feast on their explosion dying beside a grim werebeast no longer.
 
But somehow my rock disintegrates... 
Long, long ago you were sister-ish , though still at last she is formless...
 
My fool is as long-lost as wise mountains! 
In ancient times it was shaman-enchanted , yet in the world to come I am as sinuous as the forbidding flowers.
 
In the world to come you are unfulfilled! 
Now it is grim.
 
Hostile shamans laugh falling beneath the hill dying beside a flaming brother. 
At the darkest hour my martyr is avenging.
 
Fangworthy The Wolfboy

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

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