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..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.