Their garden 
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Before Man my flaming hordes defied! 
The city is yearning after the poison.
 
Gothtastic trees call to the desert of joy, violently no longer. 
Their bat stands , the werebeast slumbers.
 
A fool extinguishes their helpless martyr! 
You consume the lonely healer!
 
Before Man it was as grim as my lush sand... 
The shaman arises , though still their children cry.
 
The hostile hill struggles -- but my memories rage clutching at the chaotic brother in the magyckal shaman. 
My storm of stillness laughs , yet still my sinuous angels arise.
 
My lover stands , but those forbidding faeries stand. 
Beyond good and evil , in the end , the pain is too great to bear!
 
Texasvampire

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

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