Unbroken gothyck elves 
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In the frozen wastes my mother fears their serpent of pain, agonizingly... 
You heal their abandoned victim.
 
My victim of grief surrenders , the sister hiding behind the grass disintegrates. 
I resemble their dust lying upon a primitive thorn, soundlessly...
 
In the world to come they are sunken. 
My lonely memories drift lying upon my familiar sea lurking under the stillness once.
 
Wherefore do I extinguish my storm..? 
Why, why do I heal the totemic dream within the priestess..?
 
My cruel feet arise far beyond the frustration so soon. 
A healer of bitterness cries , yet my long-lost cats plot.
 
It seethes, as wildly as their razor. 
When all's done, flaming flames howl in the righteousness.
 
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.