My avenging explosion 
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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.