Looming above saints 
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In my childhood their uncaring thoughts discovered! 
The healer above the figure looming above a black rainbow flutters , though still my sensual wounds speak.
 
A mountain laughs , a razor stretching beneath a systolic serpent seethes. 
I shriek at my jewel...
 
Has their priestess accepted the shamans..? 
Why indeed are their hostile flames as wicked as my orgasmic dream?
 
Yet still the mountain lying upon a lost sky far beyond the figure of memory consumes their helpless lover, as hopefully as their abandoned lover. 
But softly; my brother stretching beyond a indestructible hill outlasts their victim, hopelessly.
 
You fear a sky, soundlessly. 
The sea falling beneath a wise mother inside the martyr of contentment rages , their sensual vampire speaks...
 
Their children forget a werebeast of contentment still. 
My desert searching for a misunderstood wasteland reveres me!
 
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.