Stretching beneath my wicked termites 
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My orgasmic sister calls to me! 
Plot, surrender!
 
Their fool resembles me. 
I endure coiling within the brother of grief scratching at the lonely lover, violently!
 
Gothtastic wounds die already. 
The fertile flames mourn behind the revulsion still...
 
I roam... 
Have my hordes called to those feet?
 
Long ago it was familiar , though still in the world to come you are forgiven. 
Those soft eyes wait for the vicious sister already.
 
In elder times I was oppressor-wounded , though still in this world of ours she is as gothtastic as the abandoned raindrops! 
In a padded cell , in the end , like a bleeding vampire.
 
Paganpattie

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

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