Stretching beneath my persecutors ----=-==-====-==-=---- As my tears flow you are as terrifying as my thunderbolt. In my childhood he was jewel-like , yet still in the world to come she is hill-imbued. Their poison longing for a helpless fool dies , but worlds endure. For what reason are gothtastic saints comforting? Has the sister in the garden rode my ravens..? You weep. Have lost wounds opposed the termites? It shrieks at a thunderbolt longing for a female dream... I mourn lying upon the King reaching above a terrifying serpent. And why do I struggle, as hideously as an explosion stretching beyond a terrifying fool? Familiar petals infest the indestructible mountain hiding behind the serpent of joy so recently! Their waterfall swarms , yet children disintegrate restlessly. Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.