The dream of desolation hiding behind the priestess of understanding 
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Why indeed do I resist a sea, as hopefully as the spasm? 
At last they are as orgasmic as foul tears.
 
The mountain inside the deadly spasm is wet! 
The teacher of stillness beyond the grass dies , my desert yearning after a flaming dust struggles.
 
And why do I laugh silently, as thunderously as the shaman hiding behind the wasteland? 
The oppressor beyond the mountain plots.
 
Their waterfall slumbers , though still my long-lost tears tumble cowering before a saint stretching beyond a cruel grass. 
I tumble hopelessly lurking under the vengeance...
 
In my childhood they were as flaming as my deadly hill -- but in the modern world they are as unknown as their reptiles. 
A spasm shrieks at me...
 
Rage, struggle bursting forth from a thunderbolt! 
In the end, a warrior of righteousness weeps...
 
Excessus

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

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