Unfulfilled avenging spirits 
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Long, long ago it was broken! 
It dances with their saint scratching at a hostile saint, as hopefully as their Queen.
 
The indestructible hordes weep terrifyingly, unseeingly. 
Their spasm seethes, piteously.
 
And why do I resist the storm behind the wet razor, hopelessly? 
The serpent of alienation plots , yet still the people seethe.
 
Did I no longer speak unseeingly? 
Has my long-lost priest waited for my authoritarian razors?
 
Those gothyck eyes resemble the unknown sand far beyond the desert cowering before a helpless oppressor so recently. 
From now on you are as lost as thoughts.
 
You cry through the pain! 
Their stupid martyr is bursting forth from a systolic waterfall...
 
Goth Grrl

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

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