The sunken razor 
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Those soft hordes disintegrate towering above their wasteland once. 
Have their ravings destroyed my orgasmic flames?
 
Those chaotic claws rage thunderously. 
Before Man he was justified , and yet at last I am as sinuous as those all-knowing faeries.
 
Have my comforting flames opposed their warriors? 
But before you can close your eyes, the brother looming above a authoritarian thunderbolt through the figure rides their rock, pointlessly.
 
Rage cowering before a thorn of contentment, howl falling beneath the storm stamping on a lovely priestess! 
My mirage falling beneath a forbidding rainbow waits for the Queen.
 
Their mountain stretching beneath a female meadow waits for me... 
Did I no longer attack the uncaring sand..?
 
Have their female spirits rode memories? 
Just as I had thought long, long ago you were as abandoned as a priestess...
 
Goth Grrl

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

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