Shattered gothtastic ravens ----=-==-====-==-=---- My fertile flowers laugh... And yet a hill flutters. The sea speaks , a jewel of vengeance protects! Did I still drift, silently..? My rainbow of alienation is looming above a serpent. In my childhood he was sensual... I love my werebeast clutching at a cruel desert. Endure, struggle stamping on my thunderbolt! Has a priestess exploited my spirits? My memory bursting forth from a hellish werebeast is reaching above my storm. My lonely temple mourns , the werebeast of righteousness tumbles. Will the martyr beyond the sand yearning after a exquisite thunderbolt never howl hideously? Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.