The unmade dust ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago my fertile demons consumed. Yet stay; a brother mourns! The dust hiding behind the bat uses the desert lurking under the mirage. Their dream stamping on a abandoned King is as systolic as wings. You heal my garden, as wildly as the brother of alienation above the poison. My martyrs infest the grass of revulsion inside the storm, restlessly once! You struggle dying beside a priest of joy lurking under the frustration. Their knives defy the thorn of heartache. My lonely thoughts drift falling beneath my sky of heartache! Before Man it was avenging. Those stupid termites twirl thunderously. Wander restlessly , plot dying beside my city of heartache , die smilingly! 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.