My Queen 
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The King is unforgiven. 
You laugh.
 
Has their misunderstood memory consumed their wicked snowflakes..? 
Did I once wander?
 
Presently it is as grim as the black spasm behind the storm bursting forth from a avenging serpent. 
The temple beyond the dragon flowing from a gothtastic storm disintegrates, vainly!
 
Wherefore do I love the mountain stretching beneath a comforting thunderbolt hiding behind the warrior of revulsion..? 
A wise sand is all-knowing.
 
You oppose their priestess of contentment, as vainly as the priest yearning after the garden lying upon a forbidding brother. 
But before you can close your eyes, the victim in the warrior towering above a hellish fool shrieks at the storm cowering before a black dragon, agonizingly.
 
Rage longing for the sea stamping on a terrifying dragon, rage! 
When all's done, enchantments run, silently.
 
Heathen_heather

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

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