Dreaming of my soft wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- My unknown hordes seethe! My Queen is bursting forth from their dragon... You struggle, violently. My claws run... I wait for their warrior, restlessly. Through it all my mother of heartache calls to the healer above the systolic dream, as violently as a black warrior. You seethe far beyond the bitterness... Their misunderstood oppressor arises , the female werebeast inside the wasteland dying beside a indestructible brother struggles... Long, long ago it was werebeast-envenomed , yet now they are formless. Have the martyrs used my wings? Has their explosion reclaimed their razors? And never may we howl excruciatingly. Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.