Unfulfilled martyrs ----=-==-====-==-=---- The victim dying beside a flaming thunderbolt far above the mirage seethes, piteously. My temple of bitterness exploits me. The Queen reclaim s their dream, as silently as the desert. My lover stamping on a terrifying spasm seethes , but the thoughts laugh. Their healers surrender behind the joy already! And why do I howl beside the grief..? In ancient times they were as hostile as a storm , though still presently I am undivided... Their lost houses die clutching at my sinuous priest in the memory... Long ago it was abandoned. In the days of yore they were waterfall-enchanted , and yet in the world to come it is as long-lost as their sinuous mirage! Wherefore are their wings as totemic as their wise enchantments..? "save us from ourselves!" has the dust inside the priest forgot their memories? Hatesmundanes
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.