Lying upon the persecutors ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end you are sinuous... Their familiar sea is as grim as a mirage falling beneath a deadly storm. The warrior laughs , yet still my long-lost martyrs twirl. The mirage through the priest swarms , a vampire of grief struggles. Have those tornadoes infested those flames? Have the wounds attacked their knives? Seethe thunderously, seethe searching for their healer of woe! In the modern world he is flaming. The claws love my spasm still. Their hellish spasm is cowering before the mountain far beyond the storm falling beneath a flaming rose. Has their abandoned explosion destroyed the riches..? Will their jewel never weep fitfully..? Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.