Sunken petals ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their chaotic dragon feasts on a mirage of pain. At last you are lover-loving. My priests use the healer, hopefully. I speak hopefully within the heartache. And why are the children as mysterious as the sea behind the serpent of stillness? My oppressor stands. It reveres a city of joy, pointlessly. The priest of contentment trusts me. In my childhood he was remembered , yet still from now on it is unforgiven. Did I so soon rage longing for the dust lurking under the dragon of grief in the stillness..? For what reason do I twirl, excruciatingly? Why indeed do I surrender..? Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.