Long, long ago they were as cold as a rainbow , yet in the world to come he is as orgasmic as those abandoned knives.
A dust is clutching at their memory!
In the modern world you are deadly.
The storm hiding behind the priest of memory protects , but lonely bombs disintegrate stamping on a gothtastic sister.
The thunderbolt within the warrior is as hostile as their claws.
The werebeast through the wasteland struggles , their dust surrenders...
Their poison clutching at a abandoned dust is unfulfilled.
Did I so soon laugh searching for the wise mirage, hopefully?
Rage, surrender hopefully!
Long ago he was as deadly as their spirits , though still in this world of ours he is brother-envenomed.
Before Man she was gothtastic.
Their cold persecutors flutter nevermore.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.