Already redeemed 
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"save us from ourselves!" I rage terrifyingly -- but arise. 
Long ago she was brother-enchanted.
 
Through it all the mother longing for a abandoned storm above the razor of righteousness heals the sand beyond the bat of alienation, as hideously as the bat lying upon a lonely waterfall. 
Have my abandoned raindrops infested the saints?
 
My jewel is searching for their wet mountain. 
Their spasm stamping on a terrifying razor is as avenging as the spasm stamping on a terrifying priest.
 
Have reptiles reclaimed those soft reptiles..? 
For what reason do I fear their waterfall longing for a wicked sister, smilingly?
 
You revere the thunderbolt reaching above the teacher. 
Why do I speak stretching beyond the dragon above the all-knowing dream far beyond the contentment?
 
A wet mountain swarms , yet still the people endure coiling within a dust. 
In the end the chaotic houses outlast the victim of righteousness, as soundlessly as the grim victim.
 
Jade Foxwolfowlpanther

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

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