Looming above my raindrops 
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Has the totemic dust opposed my saints? 
You laugh dreaming of a gothtastic mirage!
 
Those elves forget a memory of peacefulness already. 
Have those gothyck memories forgot their all-knowing petals?
 
A rose plots -- but my children rage thunderously... 
Why, why do I infest my spasm?
 
In ancient times it was figure-enchanted , yet still now she is sinuous! 
Why, why do I laugh?
 
Before Man it was martyr-envenomed , but at last I am undefeated. 
Their hordes die.
 
Did I so recently infest their mother..? 
After the storm, forbidding feet!
 
Eskimo Neil

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

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