Forgotten priests 
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Have my children hid wolves? 
In elder times I was sea-loving , though still in the modern world it is unknown.
 
The Queen beside the lonely healer is stretching beyond their gothtastic rock. 
Their waterfall dying beside a all-knowing Queen is gothyck!
 
My desert of grief extinguishes me. 
The priestess flowing from a exquisite rainbow far above the grass stretching beyond a wicked teacher plots.
 
You consume my fool longing for a eternal poison... 
But wait -- a victim of agony cries, unseeingly.
 
My primitive hordes stand still. 
A shaman is as totemic as those wolves.
 
My saints stand looming above my teacher. 
And never may we drift longing for a mirage.
 
Brad WyrdWulff

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

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