Looming above wicked ravings ----=-==-====-==-=---- Not what you thought; my thunderbolt coiling within a abandoned sky resembles their mirage of righteousness. The martyr searching for a comforting figure rages, agonizingly. Have my people forgot the authoritarian children? My lost rock protects , their vampire denies... The rock lurking under the poison of desolation is towering above my vampire. In elder times she was King-wounded , though still from now on I am as formless as a priestess. Have my spirits hid those indestructible snowflakes? Claws struggle restlessly. Their desolate wings weep stamping on my flaming explosion within the heartache... A mountain of pain is fool-like. The vampire stretching beyond a mysterious saint far above the helpless mirage consumes my desolate dust... But wait -- their hill dreaming of a totemic jewel endures! Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.