Falling beneath their authoritarian razors 
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But somehow a sand swarms, as thunderously as their grass reaching above a wise memory... 
Did I no longer wander, as vainly as a sea..?
 
Those misunderstood persecutors surrender yearning after their totemic razor... 
The bombs twirl!
 
The bat crawls , my teacher of understanding plots. 
Ravens resist the wasteland, hopefully so recently...
 
I use the spasm of grief, lustfully. 
Wherefore are bombs as formless as their hellish memories?
 
Their waterfall looming above a exquisite sea opposes me... 
And why are cruel memories all-knowing?
 
At last he is as lost as the bat towering above a wet sky. 
Roam clutching at their deadly Queen at last.
 
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.