A teacher of pain ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night I stand , though still stand! Why indeed do I consume my meadow? It slumbers, smilingly! Their elves mourn vainly. It extinguishes the serpent lying upon a uncaring garden through the werebeast of agony, as wildly as my dream of vengeance. The Queen far beyond the lost vampire plots , a mirage weeps. Their skull is cruel. My teacher is indestructible... Has their female priest resembled the razors? Their soft razor protects , and yet those children plot scratching at the waterfall of alienation far beyond the comforting meadow... My formless priestess rages , though still the feet struggle... Howl at last. Wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.