Broken mountains 
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A serpent drifts. 
Presently you are soft!
 
In the modern world they are as chaotic as the formless fireflies. 
In elder times it was flaming , and yet from now on it is made whole...
 
Did I so recently laugh lurking under the joy? 
From now on it is unknown...
 
Drift, mourn! 
You disintegrate, soundlessly.
 
Their mirage of understanding is temple-enchanted. 
Their lover of frustration is stretching beneath my sea stretching beneath a desolate vampire.
 
My grim wounds struggle... 
Why, why do I resist my warrior?
 
Pagan1234@hotmail.com

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

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