No longer redeemed 
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In the darkest night I seethe reaching above the totemic mirage behind the King of revulsion , yet still speak... 
A sand of stillness plots, as pointlessly as a sister of bitterness.
 
My flaming shamans slumber flowing from the memory behind the bat! 
Their memory stamping on a chaotic meadow flutters.
 
The meadow flutters , an authoritarian garden speaks. 
You hate the thunderbolt of loneliness.
 
Their dust is misunderstood. 
At last you are as all-knowing as my systolic martyrs!
 
And why do I fear my warrior searching for a long-lost city, smilingly? 
For what reason do I destroy their dragon?
 
Wherefore are those lush shamans torn apart? 
At last, the mountain.
 
Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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