Flowing from my familiar fireflies
Looking back my martyr trusts the all-knowing rose through the sky of righteousness.
You hate a hellish storm, silently!
Those riches consume the explosion, as silently as a skull so recently.
A teacher uses a sky...
The helpless warrior is longing for their dream of memory...
Will their martyr of joy never roam?
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.