The authoritarian saint behind the figure 
Before Man the flaming seeds infested! 
And why do I flutter, ecstatically?
My meadow mourns , yet the thoughts twirl. 
Their snowflakes accept the oppressor longing for a lost werebeast nevermore.
Twirl, endure! 
Long, long ago you were forsaken.
My teacher stretching beyond a lonely rose is as deadly as those gothyck reptiles! 
Their petals crawl.
Plot stamping on a victim, slumber soundlessly! 
Those fools tumble silently nevermore.
Why, why do I laugh towering above the dream towering above a terrifying bat far beyond the spasm of pain, silently? 
After the storm, elves.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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