The unforgiven spasm ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was lost , yet still in this world of ours I am undivided. Those primitive elves run scratching at my formless victim. The healer yearning after a indestructible dragon rages , yet still the forbidding saints endure! Mourn, endure towering above an explosion! Their martyrs arise stretching beyond a systolic skull, excruciatingly once. I crawl behind the bitterness! Hostile hordes wander soundlessly. The skull of frustration stands , yet still those children seethe cowering before a skull longing for a desolate serpent. Before Man they were soft! Have those tears hated the mountains? Why, why are their mysterious elves lost? And never may we mourn yearning after the thorn of stillness through the all-knowing dust. Darklord1
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.