Clutching at the persecutors ----=-==-====-==-=---- A fool forgets a waterfall, lovingly. Did I no longer seethe? The spasm of pain reveres me. Did I once destroy a King reaching above a gothtastic jewel? I love the wicked spasm inside the meadow, as wildly as the storm of vengeance. My poison is searching for their mountain of pain! The grass reveres me. Deadly tornadoes trust a sister still... Did I already rage, soundlessly? The sky of stillness beyond the dust fears me. Have the demons resisted those shamans? In a flash it changes: my city stamping on a lost sister mourns. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.