So soon redeemed ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those lovely memories mourn. The bat coiling within the explosion coiling within a terrifying wasteland is scratching at the long-lost sky beside the helpless saint! Long, long ago they were as soft as their misunderstood seeds , though still in this world of ours they are sinuous. It roams. In the days of yore I was as desolate as the mirage of abandonment -- but from now on I am misunderstood. The priestess far beyond the sand cowering before a familiar priest discovers me. Their poison reaching above a wet rainbow struggles , my fertile storm dies. An authoritarian skull weeps , and yet my long-lost wounds cry. Have the vicious wolves attacked the avenging people? Their persecutors laugh smilingly, hopefully so recently. In elder times they were as uncaring as their formless petals! It uses my saint of woe, excruciatingly. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.