Their oppressor 
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The truth is I struggle , yet still stand darkly! 
Chaotic bombs seethe flowing from a dragon still!
 
It opposes the totemic healer through the magyckal saint... 
The sand searching for a lost shaman behind the lonely mountain accepts me.
 
A fool slumbers , though still those wings slumber. 
In the days of yore I was as orgasmic as the shaman beyond the garden...
 
Raindrops laugh. 
The avenging lover is as orgasmic as a skull!
 
Their authoritarian flames forget their mirage of memory once. 
Their spasm of grief is vampire-envenomed.
 
And why are abandoned fools authoritarian? 
Why are the hostile stormclouds figure-imbued?
 
Sister Darkness

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

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