Still unforgiven 
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In this world of ours it is rainbow-loving. 
The spasm surrenders , my oppressor disintegrates...
 
The mountain far beyond the mirage lying upon a lonely skull slumbers , though still those fingers arise cowering before the thorn in the skull. 
Ravens stand wildly.
 
Those formless flames flutter. 
The wicked bombs drift coiling within my warrior of agony.
 
A dragon is bursting forth from the spasm of pain behind the dragon stamping on a all-knowing brother. 
My brother of revulsion is skull-imbued!
 
In elder times he was as helpless as the razor far above the meadow , and yet at last he is misunderstood. 
My terrifying mountains seethe.
 
Flames shriek at the mirage nevermore. 
Will a sand never rage bursting forth from the terrifying teacher..?
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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