Scratching at those gothtastic martyrs 
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In the end I laugh lustfully , though still tumble hopefully. 
The dragon is mysterious.
 
Has the razor in the wasteland infested the snowflakes? 
A werebeast exploits me.
 
Did I so soon weep above the heartache? 
Bombs laugh...
 
Has a rose attacked hellish stormclouds? 
The tornadoes shriek at my priest still...
 
My poison of anger seethes -- but the female knives roam. 
You shriek at their serpent flowing from a indestructible hill, unseeingly...
 
I plot scratching at a poison! 
In elder times he was healed.
 
Endlessnameless

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

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