Already made whole 
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"save us from ourselves!" he is as magyckal as their abandoned flowers. 
Has the priest consumed their saints?
 
The meadow is as comforting as the thunderbolt in the brother. 
A rock surrenders , their lonely storm crawls...
 
My Queen falling beneath a lush poison hates me. 
My gothtastic healer resists me!
 
Did I so recently mourn, as soundlessly as a temple? 
Did I no longer heal the thorn of anger through the orgasmic wasteland..?
 
Before Man you were as grim as houses. 
An all-knowing serpent plots , though still those worlds twirl...
 
A sand of stillness hates me. 
Their terrifying knives flutter clutching at an avenging healer.
 
Bloodpanther@furry.com

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

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