Longing for my gothtastic priests ----=-==-====-==-=---- 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.