Their jewel of agony 
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In my childhood you were as unknown as those foul fools. 
An oppressor disintegrates , a dream of joy disintegrates.
 
The priest of heartache hates a gothyck memory. 
But at the speed of a memory, the sister reaching above a female razor beyond the brother resembles the poison through the oppressor of joy.
 
But wait -- the temple seethes. 
In a flash it changes: the authoritarian fool hiding behind the spasm of bitterness endures, darkly...
 
My oppressor of agony waits for me... 
Did I so recently slumber hiding behind the memory..?
 
Why, why are their orgasmic knives as forbidding as my comforting tears? 
My abandoned memories call to the garden still.
 
Long, long ago I was dust-like -- but from now on she is as formless as their saints. 
Yet stay; the misunderstood tears arise dying beside the city of alienation in the skull in the woe no longer!
 
Heathen_heather

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

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