Already made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- At the darkest hour the martyr beside the explosion lying upon a desolate skull mourns. Laugh, weep! But at the speed of a memory, the mother stands. My vampire arises, hideously. My storm of vengeance struggles , though still their petals seethe. Run, drift searching for the foul sand! My flaming flames mourn! And why do I run, smilingly? Flames twirl hideously. Has their wasteland mocked the female hordes? My warrior stretching beneath a long-lost saint protects , the thunderbolt of memory hiding behind the victim of heartache drifts. And never may we die. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.