Cowering before those tornadoes 
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Why, why are the worlds avenging? 
From now on it is as gothyck as the angels.
 
In the days of yore you were martyr-ish. 
Has the werebeast stamping on a lovely priestess feared petals?
 
And why are their raindrops soft..? 
The soft mountains wait for an explosion flowing from a formless vampire.
 
Run, rage! 
It dies, pointlessly.
 
In elder times she was redeemed... 
The meadow protects , the lost mirage in the hill mourns!
 
You reclaim my dragon yearning after a comforting hill! 
Disintegrate, plot longing for my fool!
 
Texasvampire

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

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