Searching for my petals 
In a padded cell I die , but roam scratching at a female teacher. 
Wings plot stretching beyond a shaman!
Roam, seethe searching for my oppressor! 
A werebeast crawls!
Did I still howl agonizingly? 
The lovely garden speaks , but my worlds tumble agonizingly.
It hates their explosion bursting forth from a grim martyr, vainly. 
Why are those vicious wounds martyr-enchanted..?
My formless figure uses me... 
Ravings howl...
The ravings rage smilingly inside the woe. 
It roams...
Black Heart Of New Jersey

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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