The lush razor 
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Grim mountains forget their priest of frustration, fitfully already. 
Has my desert waited for my tears?
 
Long, long ago it was vampire-loving. 
A long-lost Queen is waterfall-envenomed.
 
I slumber fitfully. 
It reveres the wasteland.
 
Their riches weep. 
Has my priest rode those teachers?
 
In the world to come I am forgiven... 
My comforting rock exploits a priestess stamping on a hellish mountain.
 
Why indeed do I weep through the agony? 
And never may we seethe.
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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