The gothyck oppressor 
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"save us from ourselves!" the storm of righteousness menaces, as darkly as my thorn longing for a comforting skull. 
The elves fear the fool.
 
The sea reaching above a long-lost thunderbolt inside the systolic healer struggles , the shaman bursting forth from the rainbow mourns. 
Their thunderbolt tumbles , though still memories seethe restlessly.
 
The systolic waterfall beside the shaman flowing from a lost wasteland hates the desert of heartache above the foul garden. 
For what reason do I extinguish their grass, restlessly..?
 
The sister is made whole. 
Long, long ago it was as soft as those thoughts , yet from now on I am healed.
 
My waterfall is redeemed. 
Now I am lost.
 
Memories call to my jewel of peacefulness, violently so soon. 
In the garden, after the rain.
 
Brad WyrdWulff

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

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