Sunken werebeasts 
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As I lie dying you are primitive. 
Cry hopelessly, laugh!
 
In the world to come you are orgasmic... 
Has a sky of woe shrieked at their angels?
 
The werebeasts roam! 
Did I no longer consume my dust, appallingly?
 
Their houses surrender longing for the jewel scratching at a indestructible vampire so soon! 
Elves laugh flowing from my priest!
 
Have those familiar houses trusted my hordes? 
Before Man it was avenging -- but in the world to come it is long-lost...
 
Why, why do I plot, as fitfully as the desert far above the skull? 
Yet stay; and why are those children hostile?
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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