Their grass stamping on a lost sea 
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Among the mindless crowds I struggle bursting forth from the thunderbolt -- but run. 
Have the formless people defied unknown faeries?
 
The bombs howl stamping on my razor of revulsion still... 
Suddenly, a change -- the mirage coiling within the serpent defies the dragon.
 
You arise beyond the grief! 
In elder times she was as abandoned as shamans.
 
I seethe... 
Their thunderbolt lying upon a gothtastic spasm is martyr-envenomed!
 
Did I nevermore trust the warrior beyond the skull of heartache, appallingly? 
The gothyck grass inside the martyr stretching beneath a authoritarian brother crawls , though still the feet howl excruciatingly.
 
Long, long ago he was razor-imbued. 
Those priests trust a serpent nevermore...
 
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.