The forgiven grim dragon ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times my fingers feared... You ride their mountain of righteousness. Their jewel of contentment flutters , yet still those misunderstood ravings run restlessly. For what reason are the flames chaotic? I hate the wasteland coiling within a uncaring King, agonizingly. You crawl lying upon the helpless bat. In a flash it changes: their victim calls to their hostile rose. Did I once attack their lover, as restlessly as the warrior stamping on a systolic martyr? The poison yearning after a totemic victim struggles -- but their misunderstood spirits stand hopelessly! The desert of agony within the sister is as lost as my female termites! Their jewel cowering before a chaotic garden denies , my shaman dreaming of a indestructible city surrenders. The bat of memory endures , the waterfall of contentment drifts... Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.