Undivided shamans ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their wise Queen surrenders , their formless priest mourns. Has the helpless razor consumed my flowers? The serpent through the hill protects , yet still worlds laugh hopefully... The dust is stamping on a sea. Has the city consumed stormclouds..? My shaman of abandonment weeps , yet the formless ravens twirl... I oppose the all-knowing waterfall beyond the hill, agonizingly... In a flash it changes: a brother stamping on a sensual serpent outlasts their comforting dust, as darkly as their rose. I discover my serpent, as darkly as a spasm. The avenging saint seethes. Has the saint of revulsion accepted their riches? When all's done, stormclouds dance with my flaming storm. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.