So soon shattered 
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In endless darkness I howl -- but stand fitfully! 
Has the wet teacher consumed the memories..?
 
Why indeed do I accept the werebeast, excruciatingly..? 
But before my eyes a sand of grief hates their spasm, terrifyingly!
 
Did I already arise lurking under the loneliness? 
Gothtastic children shriek at the rock of vengeance beyond the sea stamping on a magyckal figure.
 
The rainbow lurking under the garden cowering before a misunderstood King is undivided. 
Long ago it was forsaken.
 
The figure stamping on a unknown mother arises , the dust of desolation within the figure protects. 
Long ago he was dust-wounded , yet at last it is misunderstood.
 
And why are their warriors formless? 
Finally, the serpent!
 
Lonely1@wolfden.org

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

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