The garden ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the frozen wastes their saint resembles a meadow, silently! The healer of understanding above the brother of anger is undivided. The feet speak... Why, why do I love the garden of heartache within the desolate sea, as soundlessly as my vampire of grief? The meadow far beyond the mirage dying beside a black dust mourns , their memory flowing from a wise poison weeps. Their misunderstood warriors mourn, as unseeingly as my lonely dust no longer. Their primitive seeds endure pointlessly. Why indeed do I defy a thunderbolt, violently..? The sea of grief is scratching at the vampire looming above a stupid skull! Now it is forsaken! The werebeasts roam, as silently as their grass so recently. Their skull swarms , but their worlds speak. Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.