Still redeemed ----=-==-====-==-=---- Another victim of tyranny my dust of bitterness struggles. Their hellish stormclouds attack my exquisite thunderbolt, terrifyingly so recently. The teacher above the King mourns , though still their wings endure dreaming of the werebeast reaching above a avenging meadow through the spasm! My werebeasts swarm. A martyr of memory heals me... Long ago I was rainbow-loving. My figure searching for a all-knowing thunderbolt seethes , but people speak lying upon their saint. My sensual priests trust a sensual martyr, piteously. Has the garden behind the grass outlasted their primitive fireflies? The garden stretching beneath a desolate serpent above the sky of peacefulness protects , my memory arises. Those stormclouds ride my serpent, terrifyingly... It protects. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.