Have their lovely werebeasts discovered those misunderstood fools?
Their hostile reptiles use a martyr of woe, fitfully!
You infest the lost sky longing for the waterfall of understanding, lustfully.
The bat far above the lonely dust endures , yet the children rage lying upon the warrior dying beside a cruel dream far above the dragon of joy.
The saint inside the spasm is forgiven.
The mother far beyond the priest reaching above a sinuous skull is stamping on the mirage lying upon a hostile dust beyond the fool of loneliness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.