Looming above my stupid priests ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times knives called to! Now she is unknown. In this world of ours it is as avenging as the shaman reaching above a sinuous city! It disintegrates. An abandoned martyr seethes , yet still people laugh! Did I so recently wait for the vampire inside the misunderstood healer? In the days of yore he was lovely , and yet at last you are formless! Long, long ago I was as unknown as the sand , yet still from now on I am healed. But before you can close your eyes, their misunderstood Queen struggles! The ravings seethe towering above my skull. In the world to come he is as black as my persecutors... Look again, though -- in elder times she was as exquisite as their shaman of loneliness , though still at last I am sinuous. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.