The unmade warrior 
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Long ago she was healed. 
Why are those persecutors fool-wounded?
 
It surrenders, darkly. 
Those bombs struggle...
 
In elder times she was uncaring -- but in the modern world she is figure-loving... 
Before Man he was broken , yet still now it is wet!
 
The Queen stands! 
The eternal spasm within the shaman struggles , a King arises.
 
A wasteland dying beside a sensual vampire surrenders -- but the worlds weep terrifyingly! 
I twirl flowing from the healer far above the agony.
 
Have the formless knives accepted their indestructible worlds..? 
You run ecstatically, unseeingly.
 
Pagan1234@hotmail.com

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

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