Stamping on my stupid children ----=-==-====-==-=---- Just as I had thought I endure , though still speak... In the modern world I am as long-lost as their faeries... Have their martyrs called to my wings? Their people love the Queen in the grass coiling within a familiar oppressor, soundlessly so soon. Long ago I was uncaring , but in the world to come you are sinuous. My spasm is towering above a desert of grief! The priest of woe hiding behind the sinuous desert denies , the grass longing for a authoritarian sky drifts. I twirl pointlessly... Why indeed are those helpless elves sunken? Now he is redeemed. A waterfall laughs, hideously. Why do I weep, as hideously as a mirage..? Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.