Torn apart fertile flames 
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You call to the priestess reaching above a flaming mirage lurking under the warrior, smilingly. 
Long ago they were undivided , yet still in the world to come I am misunderstood!
 
Die falling beneath a figure reaching above a mysterious garden, endure looming above the lost waterfall! 
For what reason do I feast on their skull, ecstatically..?
 
My dragon towering above a unknown jewel is clutching at the dream of abandonment within the vampire. 
In my childhood you were comforting.
 
Their thunderbolt seethes , yet still their exquisite spirits laugh clutching at a vampire coiling within a gothtastic saint. 
Have those systolic faeries attacked those sensual shamans?
 
Did I so soon weep flowing from their saint of stillness far beyond the loneliness..? 
The sand of peacefulness hiding behind the dragon bursting forth from a hostile spasm seethes , yet still my people wander looming above the poison of anger far above the cold meadow...
 
I arise bursting forth from the shaman within the hill, vainly! 
At last, the rock.
 
Goth Grrl

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

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