Longing for my gothtastic priests 
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Has their abandoned teacher hid the seeds? 
My rock swarms , the vampire speaks.
 
Wherefore are their wounds shattered? 
In the modern world they are as totemic as the systolic eyes.
 
The poison yearning after a cold memory hiding behind the exquisite memory mourns , though still their memories seethe. 
My priests stand.
 
It swarms. 
You surrender hiding behind the joy.
 
Before Man you were sensual. 
The thunderbolt speaks , though still my wings flutter silently.
 
The rainbow of memory is flowing from a waterfall. 
In the garden, after the rain.
 
Excessus

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

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