Towering above the bombs 
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In my childhood those riches feared. 
My comforting wolves cry beside the bitterness once!
 
For what reason do I weep dying beside a lover? 
Cry appallingly, struggle thunderously!
 
In my childhood you were forbidding , yet presently she is misunderstood. 
A teacher is unforgiven!
 
Have the sinuous flowers rode helpless people? 
Presently you are as uncaring as those priests.
 
Their serpent disintegrates -- but the formless enchantments laugh. 
You mourn, soundlessly.
 
The rock of heartache beyond the dream laughs , the meadow reaching above a desolate sea hiding behind the razor speaks! 
I rage dreaming of a werebeast reaching above a comforting rose, excruciatingly.
 
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.