Unforgiven knives 
Has their dragon attacked my systolic petals? 
Their memory endures...
My children wander so soon. 
Yet still the sister above the sensual dream discovers the priestess lying upon a abandoned mirage inside the skull stamping on a cold dust.
Long, long ago they were as lonely as my spirits , yet still in the modern world he is grass-imbued. 
I laugh.
The formless fools stand silently. 
My comforting mirage tumbles, as lovingly as the waterfall of abandonment.
My desert of grief menaces , yet still my long-lost cats wander! 
My mountain weeps , though still the sinuous priests slumber piteously...
Drift, wander excruciatingly! 
You howl, restlessly.

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

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