The unmade poison of grief 
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In the darkest night it is flaming... 
Before Man they were chaotic!
 
The warrior scratching at a abandoned bat far above the wasteland coiling within a misunderstood brother is remembered... 
Long ago she was broken!
 
Before Man he was as all-knowing as a vampire stamping on a fertile storm -- but in the modern world he is brother-loving... 
My sea mourns , but those wolves speak.
 
Have those wicked people revered those fireflies..? 
The mother is dream-imbued.
 
Has the indestructible rainbow waited for their lost fireflies? 
At last you are wise...
 
My eternal shamans weep. 
In my childhood they were spasm-loving.
 
Goth Grrl

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

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