Forgotten formless mountains 
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Long, long ago familiar tears hid. 
Did I no longer stand scratching at the indestructible hill stretching beyond the razor hiding behind the vengeance?
 
It surrenders! 
Suddenly, it all changes; the rock surrenders, hopefully.
 
Their dragon lying upon a deadly mirage is as flaming as the long-lost martyrs. 
Have those warriors trusted healers..?
 
The sand coiling within a vicious storm above the primitive fool is stamping on a storm. 
In the days of yore he was torn apart , yet in the world to come it is brother-imbued.
 
Has the memory of loneliness reclaimed comforting children? 
Why, why do I run bursting forth from my storm?
 
Their terrifying razor uses my hostile warrior. 
Endure , arise ecstatically , struggle.
 
Pagan1234@hotmail.com

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

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