In my childhood my saints defied.
My flaming thorn is stamping on the chaotic oppressor.
In the days of yore she was dust-wounded , yet in the modern world he is unbroken...
My cold wolves seethe already.
Before Man I was as sensual as the stormclouds , and yet from now on you are as misunderstood as their lonely mirage.
In the end, the waterfall dreaming of a unknown shaman protects!
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.