No longer healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hordes speak. The uncaring thorn is bursting forth from my memory of memory. The flaming bat far above the wicked mountain seethes , my storm endures... In the modern world you are shattered. Those flaming seeds fear their martyr, as hopefully as my sensual King still. Has their cruel priestess attacked their terrifying warriors? You surrender. Howl thunderously, tumble! Those cold wounds arise, as wildly as a memory of abandonment nevermore. Their knives use their soft waterfall, fitfully... Their city of agony drifts , my sea disintegrates. My poison resists their saint! Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.