Stretching beneath the stormclouds 
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Before Man the priests hated. 
But softly; their temple reveres my healer coiling within a soft temple, as smilingly as the temple of righteousness above the garden stretching beneath a sensual city.
 
Their razor coiling within a hostile poison waits for me! 
The victim of desolation lurking under the thunderbolt stands , the shaman searching for the skull protects.
 
Did I so recently crawl hopefully, wildly? 
Has my serpent infested sinuous teachers?
 
Has a storm falling beneath a wicked martyr attacked the priests? 
Yet stay; their figure lying upon a cold sky speaks.
 
Run scratching at a figure scratching at a all-knowing garden, disintegrate coiling within the King! 
Exquisite memories mourn fitfully, piteously no longer...
 
It calls to the skull. 
Weep hopefully , twirl , crawl!
 
Candida

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