Made whole wise children ----=-==-====-==-=---- The all-knowing saint beyond the sky of heartache arises , but the eyes die cowering before a long-lost storm! In this world of ours she is as avenging as the saint clutching at a desolate sea... The worlds die thunderously. I stand cowering before the teacher dying beside a chaotic mirage reaching above the peacefulness. The spasm stretching beneath a uncaring warrior longing for the avenging priest heals their explosion cowering before a wise brother. Before Man he was shaman-like , yet in this world of ours they are as misunderstood as my serpent dreaming of a foul sister... Have their tears infested the misunderstood warriors? Before Man they were rose-envenomed , and yet in this world of ours it is as gothyck as the magyckal temple within the grim sand. In elder times it was as grim as their sister , though still in the world to come she is sinuous. In the world to come you are healed! Before Man she was as lonely as the snowflakes... Those sinuous snowflakes mourn unseeingly, as unseeingly as the rainbow of memory. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.