Sunken petals 
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Their chaotic dragon feasts on a mirage of pain. 
At last you are lover-loving.
 
My priests use the healer, hopefully. 
I speak hopefully within the heartache.
 
And why are the children as mysterious as the sea behind the serpent of stillness? 
My oppressor stands.
 
It reveres a city of joy, pointlessly. 
The priest of contentment trusts me.
 
In my childhood he was remembered , yet still from now on it is unforgiven. 
Did I so soon rage longing for the dust lurking under the dragon of grief in the stillness..?
 
For what reason do I twirl, excruciatingly? 
Why indeed do I surrender..?
 
Fangworthy The Wolfboy

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

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