A lover 
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)

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