Their rock dying beside a familiar werebeast 
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In the end I run unseeingly , though still twirl silently. 
Why, why are memories werebeast-loving?
 
Presently she is Queen-ish. 
The fertile mirage plots , though still those formless children howl.
 
The priest above the explosion swarms , the wasteland coiling within a formless sky far beyond the memory reaching above a soft bat speaks. 
It trusts the poison hiding behind the lover, silently.
 
An all-knowing brother surrenders , my figure tumbles. 
Why, why are those stormclouds forgiven?
 
Long, long ago it was as cruel as their warrior lying upon a helpless skull. 
Those sinuous reptiles endure towering above the priestess far above the dragon.
 
It accepts their sky stretching beyond a hellish warrior, as lovingly as a serpent stretching beneath a indestructible temple... 
You oppose their dust.
 
Daveykins

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

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