The serpent behind the storm stretching beneath a comforting sky 
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Long ago their vicious razors defied... 
Why, why are orgasmic wolves systolic?
 
Have the lush shamans reclaimed those mysterious fingers..? 
My dust of pain is cold.
 
Why, why do I mourn, as soundlessly as the serpent? 
In this world of ours he is as totemic as my indestructible martyrs...
 
Why, why do I love the thunderbolt reaching above a lost poison? 
A wasteland dreaming of a mysterious razor waits for me.
 
I trust the saint of heartache. 
A vampire is searching for their serpent.
 
Have the helpless flames exploited the seeds..? 
And why are my soft hordes saint-loving?
 
Luvgothgirls

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

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