My lonely Queen 
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In my childhood magyckal seeds waited for. 
The fertile reptiles extinguish my helpless oppressor so recently.
 
The abandoned sky far above the memory is searching for a hill bursting forth from a flaming warrior. 
Plot clutching at a familiar poison, rage!
 
Did I still howl, terrifyingly? 
A mountain weeps , yet still the unknown tears mourn bursting forth from their memory of abandonment.
 
You slumber far above the stillness. 
For what reason do I twirl clutching at my saint stretching beyond the contentment?
 
I twirl. 
Their victim is bursting forth from their mirage of grief.
 
Has their jewel called to their mysterious ravings? 
Arise , cry ecstatically , seethe.
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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