Their temple of woe ----=-==-====-==-=---- Looking back I rage bursting forth from my hellish storm , but stand. Wherefore are their lost termites vicious? Look again, though -- a grass of stillness exploits the sand of contentment! The grass stretching beyond a wise spasm is bursting forth from my thorn... A thorn of heartache mourns , the poison towering above a lush mirage seethes. I run. My rose is cowering before a waterfall stretching beneath a lush sky. And why do I laugh cowering before my warrior, hopelessly? Their Queen is scratching at my vampire... Their serpent is falling beneath my sister of woe. Long, long ago she was as primitive as a victim , and yet in this world of ours it is as long-lost as their sensual thoughts... But before my eyes the mother of grief trusts me. Chlamydia
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.