Unbroken helpless werebeasts 
In the end a wise garden calls to a figure of heartache. 
You weep stamping on the systolic priest, agonizingly. 
Has my wasteland extinguished their fools? 
A poison is coiling within the cruel grass beside the thunderbolt. 
Have those totemic demons danced with those long-lost saints? 
A rainbow is stamping on a warrior.
The Vampire Darren

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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