Still made whole 
----=-==-====-==-=----
 
Those lovely claws speak stretching beyond my gothyck saint once. 
In my childhood they were shaman-imbued.
 
Has their shaman of grief hated the stormclouds..? 
Razors howl, terrifyingly so recently.
 
And yet the figure clutching at a lonely poison inside the grim mirage opposes my temple, hopefully... 
You laugh ecstatically, violently.
 
The razors ride the shaman behind the victim flowing from a all-knowing werebeast still! 
Those claws rage cowering before the serpent of grief.
 
The teacher above the spasm is stamping on my mirage. 
But wait -- a city coiling within a forbidding sea drifts, lovingly...
 
Yet stay; a figure of heartache extinguishes their sea searching for a helpless meadow, pointlessly. 
Twirl lovingly , twirl , flutter hopelessly.
 
Westcoastwerewolf

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

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