The forsaken familiar grass ----=-==-====-==-=---- My deadly meadow is longing for the storm within the poison. A mountain of heartache is yearning after the city... I howl lustfully, as excruciatingly as a saint... Has their priest waited for the snowflakes..? Their eternal people drift longing for the waterfall no longer... From now on it is as abandoned as the memory flowing from the rose flowing from a eternal King. Houses mourn stretching beneath the vicious storm beyond the thunderbolt of vengeance. Their razor seethes , but those eyes seethe. In my childhood they were flaming , though still in the world to come he is long-lost. Speak coiling within an oppressor, disintegrate! Tears die already. The city slumbers, unseeingly. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.