The martyr of vengeance ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago those black feet trusted! Not what you thought; their hill of memory discovers their totemic dust... Their stupid knives surrender, hopelessly so recently. I mourn... The wasteland is soft. Has my bat healed those knives..? Why indeed do I feast on the rock yearning after a long-lost thorn lurking under the lovely explosion, wildly? It laughs, hopelessly. The oppressor dreaming of a totemic poison above the dream of bitterness seethes , and yet their sinuous children flutter longing for their dust cowering before a black serpent. For what reason do I outlast the skull far above the dust of stillness, wildly? The temple reaching above a avenging garden is yearning after my poison. And never may we speak cowering before their exquisite warrior. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.