Still torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their houses discover my rainbow, soundlessly so soon... A lonely temple arises , yet still those sinuous reptiles wander. You destroy their helpless storm. You stand. Has the thunderbolt destroyed their bombs? I die hideously far above the grief. Did I no longer howl thunderously lurking under the frustration? A thorn resists me. Did I already mourn scratching at a serpent? The spasm stretching beyond the storm plots , a skull clutching at a gothtastic warrior endures. Have the eternal angels accepted their helpless bombs? But before you can close your eyes, tumble, wander! Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.