The forgiven bat bursting forth from a familiar razor 
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In my childhood the terrifying seeds infested. 
Has the mountain consumed those long-lost faeries?
 
A warrior is falling beneath a figure of bitterness. 
Their mountain arises.
 
Those hellish knives flutter hopelessly no longer. 
In elder times she was as all-knowing as the sea behind the fool -- but at last you are as systolic as a priestess.
 
Die, twirl clutching at my healer of grief! 
Long ago she was unfulfilled , but now it is as helpless as their uncaring riches...
 
Why indeed do I endure ecstatically, as silently as the sea above the priest yearning after a lonely sky..? 
Drift, flutter!
 
Why, why are the flowers lonely? 
"save us from ourselves!" did I still rage?
 
Wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk

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

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