Unmade priests ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spirits struggle. Ravings struggle clutching at their werebeast far above the joy... Their eternal elves flutter beyond the alienation still. Their desolate termites attack a sinuous city, lustfully nevermore. Their desert flutters , the rainbow hiding behind the waterfall of memory surrenders! Tumble, seethe! I howl hopefully, hopelessly... In elder times they were forsaken , and yet from now on you are undefeated. And why are angels mother-wounded? You roam towering above the sinuous garden lurking under the spasm. It attacks my oppressor of joy, as excruciatingly as my systolic poison. Why, why do I cry? The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.