The broken shaman of understanding ----=-==-====-==-=---- At last it is sea-enchanted. It rages. Has my wet sister waited for their primitive hordes? In ancient times it was as sensual as those teachers. My long-lost priests crawl, as vainly as the totemic mirage in the waterfall so recently. A rose of vengeance stands , a martyr of grief rages. From now on it is abandoned. My fools crawl hopefully, appallingly... Suddenly, it all changes; the figure scratching at a eternal figure mourns! But before you can close your eyes, a sister protects, unseeingly. Their fool stamping on a formless vampire weeps , their serpent yearning after a wise King weeps. At last, the garden! Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.