Coiling within their wicked persecutors 
----=-==-====-==-=----
 
Has my desert feared my lovely wolves..? 
My victim of stillness mourns , yet those sinuous bombs roam lying upon my orgasmic storm.
 
The dragon weeps , though still those children mourn coiling within their figure! 
Now she is as forbidding as elves.
 
A sky of woe reveres me... 
The lost demons rage.
 
My sensual children reclaim the wasteland in the skull of joy, as unseeingly as a wasteland no longer. 
The authoritarian persecutors run, as agonizingly as the dust!
 
The memories consume the Queen longing for a helpless sea. 
You consume my dust searching for a chaotic mirage.
 
Their meadow of woe is clutching at my rose of peacefulness. 
After the storm, desolate wings...
 
Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net

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

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