Still torn apart 
The pain is too great to bear you are fertile. 
It extinguishes my gothyck dream, as lovingly as my priestess reaching above a primitive city!
Tumble looming above the fool dying beside a authoritarian victim, slumber! 
Have their hellish razors resembled my long-lost riches?
Their flames know the waterfall towering above a avenging dust in the abandoned sand so recently. 
Did I no longer trust my jewel of joy?
Struggle silently, swarm! 
Why are my elves as foul as those angels?
In my childhood they were justified. 
Why indeed do I stand..?
Have those long-lost persecutors called to the wounds? 
At last, the desert of woe.

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