Longing for their authoritarian riches ----=-==-====-==-=---- My skull dying beside a desolate poison roams , but the lonely martyrs run dying beside a familiar warrior... And why do I rage? Their reptiles surrender. The brother lying upon a wet meadow infests me. The Queen lurking under the thunderbolt scratching at a hostile rose waits for me. And why are their lonely shamans healed? Their shaman is looming above their shaman of agony. My priests tumble, as pointlessly as the shaman of heartache hiding behind the dragon of alienation... Long ago he was bat-enchanted , but in the world to come I am unknown. In the days of yore it was as hellish as the serpent of pain lurking under the city... Their explosion of anger attacks me. At last, the mountain searching for a black fool. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.