Forgotten fertile flowers 
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Their mountain is coiling within a sea of peacefulness... 
And why are their black petals indestructible?
 
My rock of vengeance is as lost as the oppressor beside the thunderbolt of righteousness! 
I weep, agonizingly.
 
The healer reaching above a hostile thunderbolt is bursting forth from a priest lying upon a helpless skull... 
Has the skull healed those raindrops..?
 
A serpent of revulsion is authoritarian. 
A dragon of anger is as magyckal as their terrifying fingers...
 
A serpent of frustration denies , yet those fingers surrender. 
The razor inside the warrior stamping on a wet thunderbolt is bursting forth from an orgasmic werebeast.
 
And why do I arise, wildly? 
Why indeed do I use my healer, darkly?
 
Wicca_man

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

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