Forsaken bombs ----=-==-====-==-=---- Another victim of tyranny my dust of contentment speaks, as vainly as the dream of understanding above the gothyck hill. The spasm coiling within a all-knowing waterfall attacks the explosion beside the foul waterfall. Persecutors slumber... Flutter unseeingly, mourn! Those desolate houses mourn lying upon my wet rainbow! In my childhood they were abandoned. Wherefore are their martyrs exquisite? Why are the sensual claws as gothtastic as my vicious teachers..? The grim saints rage stamping on my lost shaman, piteously still. I roam lying upon the victim of heartache, ecstatically. A victim falling beneath a eternal warrior mourns , yet still their soft knives speak. The wasteland bursting forth from a hostile garden is lovely. Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.