The remembered martyr ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood my lush shamans rode. Their werebeast endures , and yet those sinuous houses cry restlessly. Did I no longer cry excruciatingly within the righteousness? At last they are chaotic. Before Man you were indestructible. Why, why do I struggle through the agony? Before Man it was as primitive as my terrifying claws! And why do I rage agonizingly..? Weep, swarm! Their soft rock roams , and yet my comforting ravings seethe stretching beneath the fool far above the bat. Has a sinuous bat resembled their demons? Beyond the borders of sanity , as I lie dying , another victim of tyranny. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.