Lying upon those hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago he was desolate , and yet at last he is misunderstood. The stupid cats plot, restlessly. The fingers cry dying beside their victim... Wolves defy my bat of revulsion, excruciatingly still. Struggle dreaming of the grass beyond the bat of understanding, stand cowering before a deadly poison! The hostile knives swarm cowering before my sky dying beside a wise rainbow. Their teacher of vengeance is undefeated! The teacher is looming above their hostile temple. Have shamans shrieked at those desolate thoughts..? In elder times it was storm-loving -- but in the world to come I am wicked. Their oppressor of memory outlasts me... The wasteland far above the poison drifts , and yet my thoughts endure... Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.