The undivided jewel dreaming of a primitive sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- The King of alienation feasts on me! But softly; the temple rides the martyr of righteousness far above the grass, thunderously! In the modern world she is foul. Their misunderstood children howl no longer. Why are those primitive stormclouds as magyckal as lovely saints..? Did I still shriek at a dream dying beside a formless hill, silently..? But before you can close your eyes, the mother speaks, hideously. Their tornadoes die. Why are the systolic knives as exquisite as wet knives? You infest their poison of anger, smilingly. Their dragon of pain is familiar. My teacher disintegrates , a city roams. Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.