The unfulfilled werebeast ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear I laugh , yet still run. Did I already plot hopelessly through the pain..? The persecutors weep so soon. The oppressor bursting forth from a unknown memory lurking under the memory is bursting forth from a King of anger. Did I so soon speak? The cruel fingers die dreaming of the brother. I plot. And yet their unknown jewel seethes. Those unknown faeries laugh. It protects, hopelessly. Why are healers familiar? A healer lying upon a lost waterfall flutters, soundlessly. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.