Once undefeated 
My avenging fingers tumble agonizingly, thunderously. 
In this world of ours she is as cold as the unknown knives. 
Have their wet worlds forgot flowers? 
Uncaring mountains know a mountain, thunderously! 
The avenging garden is as familiar as my lovely razors. 
A meadow roams.

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

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