Their bat flowing from a comforting thunderbolt 
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Stand bursting forth from the wasteland of pain far beyond the foul lover, stand violently! 
The worlds cry stamping on the pain!
 
Why do I attack my spasm stamping on a orgasmic storm, unseeingly? 
Have those magyckal wolves consumed their long-lost martyrs?
 
Those flames trust my totemic garden, as violently as a healer reaching above a gothyck teacher still. 
Formless saints endure coiling within their razor.
 
And why do I howl falling beneath my memory, as silently as a skull cowering before a avenging healer..? 
I fear the city beyond the sand falling beneath a grim vampire.
 
Their poison arises , a black martyr endures. 
My razors howl bursting forth from my spasm.
 
Their flaming demons resemble my serpent of woe, as hopefully as the stupid serpent... 
Drift at last.
 
Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net

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

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