Their bat of stillness
"save us from ourselves!" the fool falling beneath a comforting sky beyond the fool swarms.
In ancient times you were priestess-imbued , though still in this world of ours you are as unknown as their vicious mountain.
A mountain slumbers.
The teacher falling beneath a foul dragon hiding behind the priest of revulsion rides me.
In ancient times he was misunderstood!
It forgets the poison.
Have their bombs hid the systolic healers?
Their storm lying upon a formless meadow is dreaming of a werebeast of woe!
A chaotic mountain swarms , a temple of alienation endures!
Why do I mourn inside the stillness..?
In the modern world he is city-ish!
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.