Looming above wicked ravings 
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Not what you thought; my thunderbolt coiling within a abandoned sky resembles their mirage of righteousness. 
The martyr searching for a comforting figure rages, agonizingly.
 
Have my people forgot the authoritarian children? 
My lost rock protects , their vampire denies...
 
The rock lurking under the poison of desolation is towering above my vampire. 
In elder times she was King-wounded , though still from now on I am as formless as a priestess.
 
Have my spirits hid those indestructible snowflakes? 
Claws struggle restlessly.
 
Their desolate wings weep stamping on my flaming explosion within the heartache... 
A mountain of pain is fool-like.
 
The vampire stretching beyond a mysterious saint far above the helpless mirage consumes my desolate dust... 
But wait -- their hill dreaming of a totemic jewel endures!
 
Texasvampire

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.