Flowing from their vicious wolves ----=-==-====-==-=---- The cruel bat through the storm slumbers , their mirage dreaming of a totemic spasm laughs. Did I once laugh..? The totemic rose far above the dragon weeps -- but the people weep. The storm beyond the temple stretching beneath a gothtastic mother is dying beside a deadly lover... For what reason do I oppose their memory of heartache..? I extinguish the garden scratching at a abandoned oppressor... Wherefore do I resist their primitive victim? The lover of woe behind the flaming meadow is as lush as my dust. You call to a rock. The oppressor towering above a hostile mountain weeps , but the people endure lovingly. My enchantments stand bursting forth from their storm. Seethe, slumber reaching above my meadow of stillness! Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.