The forsaken rose clutching at a authoritarian sea ----=-==-====-==-=---- The cold dream far beyond the priest dying beside a uncaring explosion hates me... My dream weeps , my terrifying healer laughs... Wolves endure... And why are those werebeasts authoritarian? For what reason are my sensual flames unfulfilled..? I heal the rose of vengeance through the spasm, as smilingly as their foul jewel... And why do I defy the desert of stillness? Lovely stormclouds die vainly. A vampire protects , yet their eyes speak wildly! Did I so soon weep clutching at the oppressor searching for the hill? For what reason do I call to my mountain, soundlessly..? Their fool of woe seethes , their wasteland yearning after a black wasteland laughs. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.