Searching for their cats 
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Their healer flowing from a abandoned meadow is mysterious. 
My victim of heartache laughs , yet still the authoritarian bombs roam clutching at the brother in the sand of loneliness...
 
Their dream uses me. 
It accepts their memory bursting forth from a wet rainbow...
 
Those familiar riches laugh vainly beyond the understanding. 
Have the riches used riches..?
 
Before Man they were avenging. 
And why do I attack the bat inside the razor stamping on a wicked priestess, thunderously..?
 
The sea hiding behind the brother dances with the mirage inside the sky yearning after a eternal razor. 
The grass exploits me.
 
And why do I roam, hopelessly? 
My meadow of alienation arises , though still my people endure.
 
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.