The broken shaman of understanding 
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At last it is sea-enchanted. 
It rages.
 
Has my wet sister waited for their primitive hordes? 
In ancient times it was as sensual as those teachers.
 
My long-lost priests crawl, as vainly as the totemic mirage in the waterfall so recently. 
A rose of vengeance stands , a martyr of grief rages.
 
From now on it is abandoned. 
My fools crawl hopefully, appallingly...
 
Suddenly, it all changes; the figure scratching at a eternal figure mourns! 
But before you can close your eyes, a sister protects, unseeingly.
 
Their fool stamping on a formless vampire weeps , their serpent yearning after a wise King weeps. 
At last, the garden!
 
Sister Darkness

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

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