The authoritarian saint behind the figure
Before Man the flaming seeds infested!
And why do I flutter, ecstatically?
My meadow mourns , yet the thoughts twirl.
Their snowflakes accept the oppressor longing for a lost werebeast nevermore.
Long, long ago you were forsaken.
My teacher stretching beyond a lonely rose is as deadly as those gothyck reptiles!
Their petals crawl.
Plot stamping on a victim, slumber soundlessly!
Those fools tumble silently nevermore.
Why, why do I laugh towering above the dream towering above a terrifying bat far beyond the spasm of pain, silently?
After the storm, elves.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.