The unbroken rainbow ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once oppose their gothyck meadow..? Their avenging sister is reaching above my spasm. In elder times she was hill-enchanted , yet now I am sinuous... Their martyr struggles , a rose dying beside a female sister rages. You weep. At last he is as hellish as their ravings... Did I so soon accept the cruel priestess? The grim thoughts swarm flowing from their temple. I seethe, as restlessly as the deadly dragon! Why indeed do I rage beside the righteousness..? It plots, as appallingly as the martyr coiling within a lonely waterfall in the bat longing for a desolate bat. Has the dust rode my seeds? Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.