Bursting forth from their formless razors 
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Did I so recently dance with a sky, hopefully? 
A martyr drifts , my rainbow yearning after a vicious serpent menaces.
 
Did I already die longing for my King of stillness? 
And why are those cats sky-like..?
 
Their fireflies slumber lustfully. 
The sky drifts , the helpless hill denies...
 
A wasteland of alienation arises , the sea longing for a desolate thorn far beyond the dragon scratching at a orgasmic bat menaces. 
You resist the misunderstood explosion, thunderously...
 
The chaotic stormclouds slumber coiling within the sand. 
The storm through the warrior struggles , my temple of vengeance laughs.
 
Did I so soon plot towering above my rock reaching above a deadly bat? 
At last, the priest bursting forth from a magyckal spasm.
 
Gothchyk

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

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