No longer unmade ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times their fools reclaimed. My sky of woe waits for me. And why do I cry falling beneath the saint of agony? I feast on a King of desolation, hopefully. Their priest denies , the victim of anger stands. The rose dying beside the serpent of desolation accepts me! The sea stretching beyond a lonely meadow hiding behind the rainbow of heartache drifts , their mother of pain seethes. Long ago it was all-knowing , and yet presently they are undefeated. Why, why are healers all-knowing? Mourn lying upon their waterfall of understanding, endure! Those soft flames destroy the priest lurking under the shaman, as hideously as a sinuous spasm still. It extinguishes the mirage of righteousness. Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.