The justified priest cowering before a misunderstood serpent 
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Did I already rage hopelessly..? 
My lovely healers die darkly...
 
My black feet cry searching for the primitive oppressor through the sky, vainly... 
I flutter hopefully.
 
A lonely saint is unbroken... 
My hill longing for a lonely sea flutters.
 
Presently I am rainbow-like. 
It calls to a desolate mirage.
 
My grass is longing for their mirage! 
And why are those reptiles as indestructible as the memories..?
 
Look again, though -- a temple endures. 
Have their petals outlasted flowers?
 
Brad WyrdWulff

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

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