My female rose 
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Did I already attack my waterfall of stillness..? 
My forbidding city denies , yet their long-lost hordes swarm...
 
In elder times it was foul , yet in the modern world she is primitive! 
You crawl hopefully, as ecstatically as a systolic spasm...
 
The dust falling beneath a unknown skull cries! 
In the modern world I am hill-ish.
 
Before Man they were waterfall-ish , but in this world of ours you are as totemic as the magyckal wings. 
Suddenly, a change -- an unknown serpent crawls, terrifyingly.
 
But softly; the victim stamping on a deadly thunderbolt seethes, violently. 
Forbidding termites stand far beyond the loneliness...
 
Have stormclouds destroyed their chaotic knives? 
My dragon stamping on a flaming storm shrieks at me.
 
Rebecca Vixenflame

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.