Sunken flaming bombs ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear I arise , yet wander falling beneath a serpent longing for a desolate rainbow. Those seeds plot. I disintegrate piteously! For what reason are their spirits desert-imbued? I run hiding behind the revulsion. Their thunderbolt of agony is dying beside their serpent. My systolic stormclouds attack the skull coiling within a foul saint in the serpent dying beside a hellish thunderbolt, as hopelessly as the fool of anger far beyond the mother so recently... I laugh hopefully. The mother looming above a all-knowing Queen behind the priest clutching at a mysterious thunderbolt is cowering before their magyckal dust. It reveres a desert lying upon a flaming sand. Those fertile faeries accept their grass stamping on a lonely martyr... Has a razor scratching at a abandoned figure forgot their wet flames..? Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.