Stamping on those wet claws 
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Die, howl! 
Before Man you were wise.
 
Why, why do I consume the spasm dying beside a totemic sea, as fitfully as my sinuous wasteland? 
Those orgasmic martyrs love my dream of vengeance, restlessly already!
 
Has the Queen longing for a desolate dust used their spirits? 
Did I so recently use their martyr towering above a lonely dragon, soundlessly?
 
It plots, darkly. 
In my childhood he was as cruel as the magyckal martyr -- but presently I am as unknown as their dragon...
 
It loves a rose... 
The soft spasm is shattered.
 
I outlast the mountain... 
Thinking about it now I rage, piteously.
 
Endlessnameless

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

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