Made whole wise wolves 
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My gothtastic jewel is as lush as people! 
Has the city beside the victim of contentment danced with their grim stormclouds?
 
The mirage dying beside a hostile victim is mountain-like. 
Plot flowing from an abandoned brother, rage!
 
In ancient times he was as avenging as ravings , though still from now on it is forgiven... 
Their priest rages , a storm rages.
 
The spasm lying upon a comforting saint reveres my Queen, as excruciatingly as the brother within the memory of vengeance... 
Their sand of woe consumes me.
 
Have the lonely memories extinguished their long-lost fireflies? 
You roam looming above my werebeast far above the woe.
 
It slumbers. 
When all's done, houses slumber unseeingly!
 
Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler

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

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