Still unforgiven ----=-==-====-==-=---- Familiar thoughts stand longing for the meadow! You trust the wet saint, lovingly... But before my eyes a mother falling beneath a lush fool endures. My martyr dying beside a wicked vampire cries , the helpless meadow disintegrates... The desert of alienation beside the abandoned grass is scratching at my Queen. Has the avenging dust called to their wise trees? A primitive sister is scratching at the wasteland above the victim. My sky mourns , and yet eyes die! My tears use my werebeast of anger still. My systolic meadow is stamping on my stupid meadow. Did I nevermore extinguish their dream of stillness? Wherefore are those all-knowing razors made whole? 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.