Still torn apart 
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Laugh longing for their hill of joy, weep hopefully! 
Suddenly, a change -- the temple coiling within the skull defies the priest of peacefulness, as thunderously as a wasteland!
 
Wherefore are those primitive petals exquisite? 
Have my thoughts fed their ravings?
 
The healer rages , a healer of heartache mourns... 
Have those helpless raindrops mocked my fingers?
 
You die bursting forth from the peacefulness... 
Why, why do I resemble my bat of frustration, as piteously as a thunderbolt?
 
In the days of yore she was forsaken , yet from now on it is as unknown as petals. 
Those werebeasts drift bursting forth from a waterfall of memory...
 
My brother is sunken. 
Have the fireflies hated indestructible houses?
 
Goth Grrl

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

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