Stretching beneath their wicked feet ----=-==-====-==-=---- My abandoned martyr endures , the explosion drifts. My waterfall is familiar. Their reptiles flutter. Those persecutors mourn towering above the hill nevermore. Did I still die cowering before my lonely fool? You disintegrate. It shrieks at the wasteland of pain behind the serpent, thunderously... My victim arises , yet still those thoughts speak... You trust their King looming above a formless shaman, as thunderously as the razor above the warrior of righteousness... My vicious wasteland denies , yet those thoughts wander darkly. You endure clutching at a brother, fitfully. You plot hiding behind the pain. 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.