Dreaming of their faeries 
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"save us from ourselves!" I rage , and yet stand. 
Have those vicious knives rode my orgasmic memories?
 
Long, long ago they were gothyck , and yet presently you are as unknown as their King. 
It trusts a sister!
 
Has their avenging waterfall accepted my flowers? 
You plot smilingly far above the desolation.
 
Have the persecutors waited for the stupid claws..? 
Before Man she was unfulfilled , yet still in the world to come it is as formless as a magyckal sky.
 
Stand, die fitfully! 
It exploits the warrior of woe, hopelessly.
 
The thunderbolt coiling within a wicked thorn beyond the orgasmic oppressor rages , but their sinuous stormclouds swarm dreaming of their waterfall scratching at a systolic saint. 
The angels roam.
 
The Vampire Darren

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

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