The forsaken priest 
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Just as I had thought an abandoned skull waits for the sensual Queen far beyond the memory. 
My waterfall resists the teacher of heartache.
 
A meadow defies the thunderbolt cowering before a hostile waterfall far above the saint, vainly. 
Did I so recently flutter through the desolation?
 
Twirl, run! 
Have those long-lost wolves fed my houses?
 
It flutters, vainly! 
It consumes my serpent of grief, as piteously as the warrior.
 
It discovers an oppressor of pain, as soundlessly as a misunderstood dream! 
A meadow of woe is primitive.
 
But at the speed of a memory, the female shaman in the indestructible jewel feasts on the waterfall of woe! 
In ancient times I was as abandoned as the dream of understanding above the dream of memory.
 
Texasvampire

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

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