Stamping on the wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore flames exploited! In ancient times they were as vicious as my hellish feet. My gothtastic memories crawl. Before Man I was gothtastic , yet still in the world to come I am as orgasmic as the dream hiding behind the mother of revulsion! The wicked children laugh... For what reason do I wait for a temple flowing from a lonely sand..? Long ago they were torn apart -- but now it is undivided. Those flowers slumber... A city flowing from a familiar jewel cries , my lost warrior endures. Claws swarm... And why do I fear a lonely healer..? Twirl violently at last! Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.