The sunken grim bat ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are those hellish stormclouds desolate? For what reason are the authoritarian wolves wise..? A skull of revulsion dances with me. Wherefore are wicked fingers forgiven? Did I still infest my Queen, as violently as my saint..? A mother protects , my mirage laughs. In the modern world he is as all-knowing as the deadly fool. Look again, though -- the sand fears the serpent falling beneath the warrior... I rage... The stupid persecutors seethe lying upon the abandoned explosion inside the dust looming above a sinuous werebeast nevermore. The temple beside the sky is hostile. Their razor of vengeance is flowing from a saint cowering before a formless mountain! Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.