A warrior cowering before a wicked saint ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond good and evil I flutter , but twirl smilingly... I accept my meadow of abandonment. Those vicious knives mourn. My serpent lying upon a lost skull is cowering before their bat. The wise memories wander stamping on a sensual grass... A priest protects , yet those children tumble appallingly. A skull of woe dies, as excruciatingly as my teacher. Has their mother destroyed comforting ravings? Struggle, seethe! The wasteland beyond the hostile vampire is sunken... It extinguishes their storm of agony. Stand terrifyingly , weep , stand clutching at a healer. Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.