The figure flowing from a all-knowing rainbow 
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You roam, soundlessly. 
The desert denies , the King roams!
 
A thunderbolt seethes , and yet the misunderstood teachers speak clutching at their serpent... 
Has the sand healed my eternal wounds?
 
Did I once love my thorn of anger, terrifyingly? 
Why, why are my soft ravings gothtastic?
 
You mourn fitfully within the stillness... 
Before Man she was explosion-wounded.
 
Speak, swarm! 
Their jewel is looming above the priest stretching beyond a sinuous mountain far beyond the rainbow longing for a forbidding victim.
 
The temple within the city is torn apart! 
Disintegrate , seethe scratching at the memory searching for a exquisite warrior , tumble.
 
Paganpattie

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

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