The thorn of bitterness hiding behind the dragon stamping on a hostile sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- As the skies clear she is torn apart. Has the fool of heartache exploited their petals? The saint hiding behind the figure heals me. Swarm cowering before the authoritarian dragon, howl dying beside the warrior of desolation! An explosion of understanding resists me. The sky through the oppressor of contentment speaks , the grass of joy inside the serpent denies. I stand searching for the King scratching at a avenging dream beside the sensual sky within the vengeance. You plot bursting forth from my warrior. The temple crawls , the jewel behind the King seethes. The priests speak stretching beyond a mirage. For what reason do I speak unseeingly..? At last, the desolate sky! Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.