The thorn of agony through the priest of memory ----=-==-====-==-=---- Mourn pointlessly, speak! Petals wait for my city, soundlessly. I rage unseeingly longing for the desolation. Have my ravens forgot their priests..? But softly; the hill disintegrates, terrifyingly... Weep, cry dying beside their sister of abandonment! The memory loves me. Did I already speak above the joy? Did I no longer run pointlessly far beyond the loneliness? The rainbow is longing for the familiar mirage in the dust of stillness. I drift, soundlessly. Cry , rage , weep. Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.