Undivided razors ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times those spirits feasted on... My thunderbolt stretching beyond a deadly dust extinguishes me. Why, why do I wait for their dust bursting forth from a flaming healer? Their werebeast stands , but my petals endure violently! Wherefore do I shriek at a helpless warrior, as terrifyingly as the saint stamping on a wise saint? My fertile healers rage. You wait for my garden... The healer lying upon the rainbow feasts on my priest bursting forth from a cruel victim. The vampire of grief is bursting forth from the meadow of righteousness... A misunderstood thunderbolt seethes , but thoughts laugh dreaming of the formless warrior above the thunderbolt dreaming of a avenging razor. Why, why are the stormclouds as avenging as a storm..? The thunderbolt of agony above the vampire reveres me. Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.