Remembered martyrs ----=-==-====-==-=---- 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! Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.