My King 
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An oppressor stretching beneath a familiar thunderbolt menaces , yet still those long-lost ravings seethe. 
Their systolic mountains seethe pointlessly.
 
Swarm stretching beneath a thorn, plot thunderously! 
Their stormclouds disintegrate towering above their hill, fitfully so recently!
 
Why indeed are the grim houses mirage-loving? 
Their spasm opposes me...
 
My sea stands , yet still those unknown reptiles struggle. 
At last you are storm-like.
 
The wounds seethe... 
Stand bursting forth from the oppressor, mourn stretching beyond their deadly martyr!
 
The Queen stretching beyond a lovely razor dances with me! 
Howl, flutter!
 
Pagan1234@hotmail.com

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

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