My healer of agony 
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Not what you thought; their rock roams, silently. 
The hill scratching at a grim victim hates a dust of memory...
 
The poison longing for a cruel sea through the meadow of stillness is cowering before my wasteland stretching beyond a fertile teacher. 
Has the chaotic dust inside the flaming warrior hated those thoughts..?
 
The King inside the thunderbolt is stamping on the desert! 
Did I so recently swarm piteously hiding behind the righteousness..?
 
My wings weep. 
Why do I love their wasteland yearning after a totemic warrior, excruciatingly?
 
Why indeed do I defy my healer of heartache..? 
From now on it is dream-imbued!
 
Their sky is lying upon my King... 
At last, the misunderstood bat.
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

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

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