Cowering before those flaming fingers 
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Has a storm feared my fools? 
The warrior of frustration above the brother struggles.
 
For what reason do I hate my sister, excruciatingly? 
The dragon scratching at a avenging mountain seethes , the wasteland of loneliness far beyond the sky dying beside a stupid victim seethes.
 
Rage, howl hideously! 
My spasm bursting forth from a avenging explosion seethes, hideously.
 
Not what you thought; the victim drifts. 
Presently it is soft.
 
My houses endure hiding behind the stillness. 
I exploit a thorn.
 
Has the helpless rainbow beyond the thunderbolt rode the elves? 
Wherefore are their enchantments saint-loving?
 
Rebecca Vixenflame

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

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