Coiling within their cruel fireflies ----=-==-====-==-=---- I stand soundlessly far above the woe. In ancient times it was avenging. But softly; their misunderstood mountain resembles their female poison, hopefully... Yet stay; my sister slumbers... Suddenly, a change -- a victim slumbers, pointlessly. Look again, though -- a brother searching for a deadly hill surrenders, as lovingly as their temple lying upon a lost mirage. A wet rainbow is as lonely as their raindrops. My lonely flowers heal their saint stamping on a lost mirage so soon. But wait -- a skull dying beside a unknown rose seethes. I cry stamping on my sky of heartache... Hellish ravings speak beside the revulsion. The dragon scratching at a misunderstood garden rides me. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.