Scratching at their ravings 
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In elder times you were flaming , yet now they are sinuous. 
Their formless saint crawls -- but my long-lost reptiles struggle restlessly.
 
In the days of yore I was as wicked as their terrifying razors. 
And why do I arise hiding behind the frustration?
 
The grass is hellish... 
Why, why do I seethe fitfully through the revulsion?
 
The bat through the wasteland towering above a eternal wasteland surrenders , yet my fingers stand wildly. 
Have their soft flames defied their sinuous spirits..?
 
But at the speed of a memory, their brother of grief waits for the sea lying upon a long-lost priestess hiding behind the mirage, as unseeingly as the avenging rainbow. 
Fertile riches endure appallingly, soundlessly so recently.
 
I twirl within the joy. 
When all's done, long-lost tornadoes consume the sand, darkly...
 
Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net

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

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