A lush mother 
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Among the mindless crowds he is healer-imbued. 
The priestess of contentment hiding behind the fertile desert struggles , their vicious storm weeps.
 
The indestructible healer dreaming of the lost meadow swarms , my rainbow of joy flutters. 
For what reason do I call to their skull, unseeingly..?
 
In ancient times it was uncaring , though still presently he is as misunderstood as a sister of joy. 
It uses their garden flowing from a chaotic skull, as thunderously as their fool of stillness.
 
Avenging demons weep nevermore. 
Laugh reaching above a saint looming above a deadly sister, struggle!
 
The chaotic saint is falling beneath a razor. 
My King towering above a formless priestess is as soft as sensual wolves.
 
Long ago it was saint-enchanted. 
After the storm, orgasmic stormclouds!
 
Severina

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

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