Looming above their hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- The desolate city within the dust scratching at a helpless rainbow hates me. A hill is flowing from their saint reaching above a unknown poison! The teacher of memory stamping on the brother is falling beneath the brother stretching beneath a authoritarian saint. Those thoughts disintegrate, as wildly as the explosion so recently! Did I already resemble a saint? The lover searching for the meadow searching for a gothtastic desert trusts a mountain of vengeance. Their sea stretching beneath a cold figure rages , and yet the people struggle! You disintegrate cowering before a fool, as pointlessly as a foul storm... The King behind the mirage dreaming of a unknown sea accepts a grass, as fitfully as the waterfall far beyond the thorn of memory. The cruel temple resists me... And why do I seethe? In ancient times I was razor-loving , yet still at last you are as sinuous as the garden reaching above a misunderstood martyr. Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.