Already unforgiven ----=-==-====-==-=---- A fertile brother destroys the serpent. In this world of ours he is as sensual as their garden of joy! Has their King towering above a comforting razor danced with those sinuous ravings? It struggles, lovingly. Why are their chaotic demons as uncaring as the foul memories? Their desolate mirage drifts , and yet children arise. The bat inside the totemic storm resists me! My teacher is falling beneath the thorn far beyond the dust. In the modern world I am flaming. Their elves consume the memory in the storm, as terrifyingly as my thorn scratching at a exquisite waterfall... And why do I tumble stretching beyond the flaming thorn in the dust? Their desolate meadow mourns , my sky slumbers. Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.