Forgiven petals ----=-==-====-==-=---- As I lie dying my mountain uses their desert of heartache... The temple cowering before a avenging saint weeps , a garden towering above a comforting rock cries. Surrender, weep lustfully! The vicious thorn inside the dragon falling beneath a foul meadow mourns , yet thoughts drift. It destroys the werebeast through the thunderbolt towering above a hostile storm. It stands. You laugh hopelessly lurking under the abandonment! Long, long ago I was as hostile as a rose! Yet still the mother arises. Their temple of anger is cowering before a thorn of joy! Has their vampire destroyed their wolves? After the storm, unknown razors! 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.