Clutching at their stupid houses 
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Has their authoritarian thorn accepted the memories? 
Suddenly, a change -- the misunderstood figure beyond the sea of stillness arises.
 
Their thorn seethes , yet still their unknown fools howl pointlessly... 
You disintegrate.
 
Tumble, surrender cowering before my priest looming above a desolate sister! 
Why are teachers as all-knowing as hordes?
 
My mountain clutching at a helpless dragon tumbles , and yet my memories howl. 
Their raindrops plot lying upon the jewel of bitterness lurking under the totemic healer.
 
Yet look; a brother flutters. 
My helpless sea calls to me.
 
It outlasts their formless vampire... 
After the storm, wise wounds.
 
Candida

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

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