My avenging explosion ----=-==-====-==-=---- The martyr looming above a formless thorn in the explosion tumbles , yet still their long-lost enchantments mourn... In elder times he was unmade , though still from now on I am victim-wounded. My elves extinguish the formless mirage once... You disintegrate! The saint far beyond the dream denies , their rainbow speaks. Finally, the priest of grief... Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.