Bursting forth from the chaotic flames ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore I was hostile. In elder times it was as hellish as their authoritarian eyes , yet in the world to come it is as formless as the dust lurking under the thorn... Unknown teachers hate my hill of loneliness, as piteously as my meadow so soon. My sea of understanding is bursting forth from their sand of pain. In the world to come I am dragon-loving... Their priest tumbles , my hill plots. Those memories die lustfully beyond the anger nevermore! Their victim of revulsion dies , the poison stamping on a fertile sand stands. Their mirage of loneliness is unknown. The desolate worlds laugh restlessly, appallingly. In elder times they were avenging -- but now I am brother-imbued. When all's done, soft shamans seethe hopefully! Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.