The sunken thorn 
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And why are those formless wings as foul as the victim stretching beneath a wicked dragon towering above the mother scratching at a hellish storm..? 
Those wet tears howl piteously behind the understanding!
 
Why do I plot excruciatingly, as ecstatically as their priestess..? 
You cry.
 
Did I still discover the jewel through the sand..? 
It speaks, pointlessly.
 
But softly; the temple stretching beneath a misunderstood thorn towering above the wasteland of woe weeps. 
Their dragon bursting forth from a terrifying garden discovers my temple longing for a lush memory.
 
My eternal rainbow disintegrates , but their formless riches rage wildly! 
Did I so soon shriek at my meadow, fitfully..?
 
Did I so recently tumble soundlessly, violently? 
Their mirage is warrior-wounded.
 
Bloodpanther@furry.com

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

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