Made whole unknown mountains 
The saint opposes me. 
Did I already struggle far beyond the pain..? 
And why are the abandoned elves rainbow-loving? 
I know the mountain, unseeingly... 
Cry, mourn lying upon the memory of stillness!
Goth Grrl

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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