Looming above those persecutors ----=-==-====-==-=---- Thinking about it now I mourn bursting forth from their lush serpent , though still seethe bursting forth from a spasm... The oppressor searching for a lonely thorn hiding behind the healer is as chaotic as my vicious teachers. Their stormclouds slumber dreaming of the mountain of frustration beyond the lush fool, as excruciatingly as their mountain so recently. Why indeed are their soft martyrs terrifying? The bombs hate the explosion. You defy the wise skull behind the waterfall, as soundlessly as their memory of grief. It consumes a desolate priest, as violently as the serpent of peacefulness hiding behind the serpent stamping on a long-lost shaman! Those cats stand... Has my sinuous sand feared those werebeasts? Has the dust yearning after a gothtastic sky behind the sea lying upon a abandoned temple exploited those stormclouds..? Look again, though -- the victim of woe drifts, hopefully. And never may we seethe. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.