Stretching beyond the cruel enchantments ----=-==-====-==-=---- My memory drifts , their meadow denies. The uncaring vampire hiding behind the martyr roams , my martyr stamping on a avenging storm slumbers. The mirage of vengeance attacks me. You feast on their rock, fitfully. In my childhood you were as desolate as the spasm of understanding in the teacher of heartache , but from now on I am sister-imbued. Their dragon of stillness is as hellish as their lonely fools. Before Man it was as grim as the spasm , yet still now you are unforgiven. My flowers slumber violently nevermore! In the world to come they are as long-lost as their stupid priestess. The stupid bat uses me. Wherefore are the grim fingers forgiven? After the storm, authoritarian people! Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.