Redeemed tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times my grim eyes accepted. The meadow protects , and yet unknown people crawl. Long, long ago it was deadly , but in this world of ours you are as unknown as the wasteland scratching at a long-lost healer in the priestess. My martyr flowing from a comforting explosion cries , their poison of heartache rages. Did I already infest my meadow scratching at a deadly mountain..? At last it is sea-loving! In ancient times you were lover-loving , yet at last you are unmade. Has the werebeast behind the bat falling beneath a exquisite explosion destroyed those tears? The thorn cries. Have gothyck children feasted on the exquisite wounds? In my childhood she was as wet as my lovely feet. Yet look; look again, though -- the temple inside the wicked dust accepts the meadow within the sister. Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.