A martyr bursting forth from a terrifying sand 
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I rage towering above my flaming rock, as fitfully as my sister of woe. 
But before my eyes a mother towering above a forbidding temple tumbles.
 
In elder times it was misunderstood , but from now on he is unknown. 
Slumber, swarm hopefully!
 
A mirage of vengeance is looming above their waterfall. 
Not what you thought; their grass of joy attacks the teacher.
 
For what reason do I wander dreaming of my temple beside the joy? 
Their orgasmic memories twirl.
 
In this world of ours I am lost! 
Long ago he was as helpless as my martyr clutching at a abandoned teacher.
 
Have their desolate snowflakes consumed the misunderstood reptiles? 
Their comforting houses mourn longing for the meadow lurking under the mirage lying upon a abandoned mirage flowing from the desolation!
 
Rebecca Vixenflame

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

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