Already made whole 
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At the darkest hour the martyr beside the explosion lying upon a desolate skull mourns. 
Laugh, weep!
 
But at the speed of a memory, the mother stands. 
My vampire arises, hideously.
 
My storm of vengeance struggles , though still their petals seethe. 
Run, drift searching for the foul sand!
 
My flaming flames mourn! 
And why do I run, smilingly?
 
Flames twirl hideously. 
Has their wasteland mocked the female hordes?
 
My warrior stretching beneath a long-lost saint protects , the thunderbolt of memory hiding behind the victim of heartache drifts. 
And never may we die.
 
Goth Grrl

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.