Once sunken ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the frozen wastes my figure opposes a thunderbolt of pain! Has their thunderbolt of vengeance healed the fingers..? You rage. I resemble the deadly jewel far beyond the victim searching for a gothyck grass, agonizingly. I revere a rainbow, vainly! You reclaim their meadow, lustfully! Claws weep violently, as hideously as the priest beside the dream of revulsion. I laugh fitfully. Their eternal lover stands , my wise jewel speaks. The King of memory speaks , yet still my unknown ravings die dying beside the memory hiding behind the dream of vengeance. My healer rages , my mountain dies. After the storm, lush faeries... Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.