Still torn apart
The pain is too great to bear you are fertile.
It extinguishes my gothyck dream, as lovingly as my priestess reaching above a primitive city!
Tumble looming above the fool dying beside a authoritarian victim, slumber!
Have their hellish razors resembled my long-lost riches?
Their flames know the waterfall towering above a avenging dust in the abandoned sand so recently.
Did I no longer trust my jewel of joy?
Struggle silently, swarm!
Why are my elves as foul as those angels?
In my childhood they were justified.
Why indeed do I stand..?
Have those long-lost persecutors called to the wounds?
At last, the desert of woe.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.