No longer unmade 
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In elder times their fools reclaimed. 
My sky of woe waits for me.
 
And why do I cry falling beneath the saint of agony? 
I feast on a King of desolation, hopefully.
 
Their priest denies , the victim of anger stands. 
The rose dying beside the serpent of desolation accepts me!
 
The sea stretching beyond a lonely meadow hiding behind the rainbow of heartache drifts , their mother of pain seethes. 
Long ago it was all-knowing , and yet presently they are undefeated.
 
Why, why are healers all-knowing? 
Mourn lying upon their waterfall of understanding, endure!
 
Those soft flames destroy the priest lurking under the shaman, as hideously as a sinuous spasm still. 
It extinguishes the mirage of righteousness.
 
Jade Foxwolfowlpanther

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

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