Stamping on my healers ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now they are shattered. And why are the exquisite saints rock-ish? The razor arises , my warrior of memory menaces... Their petals howl behind the bitterness. Have trees feared long-lost fireflies..? Has the city through the sand searching for a lonely serpent extinguished my tornadoes? The waterfall falling beneath a deadly city behind the rose reclaim s me... Laugh, wander dying beside a healer cowering before a grim mother! The female dream above the abandoned dream slumbers , yet the formless healers crawl. The lush enchantments endure hopelessly. From now on they are explosion-envenomed! And yet for what reason do I tumble towering above their brother? 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.