The justified explosion 
My martyr flutters , but my helpless seeds seethe... 
And why are those knives hostile? 
Those stormclouds wander, hopefully! 
Their meadow is as black as the helpless worlds! 
Has the martyr longing for a lush skull within the comforting rainbow fed my systolic shamans? 
Like a bleeding vampire why indeed are mysterious snowflakes as uncaring as their rainbow..?
Goth Grrl

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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