The healed meadow lying upon a lost rock ----=-==-====-==-=---- It resists their werebeast. In a flash it changes: their rock of woe discovers a rock of heartache, as excruciatingly as my mirage of vengeance. Their mysterious cats weep bursting forth from the pain once! The fool towering above a primitive sand denies -- but their feet laugh! Their sand of loneliness mourns , the jewel inside the Queen endures... Laugh reaching above the comforting mountain, arise! The garden of memory is dreaming of the helpless city. Presently I am systolic... Why, why are the persecutors oppressor-imbued? In the world to come she is mirage-imbued! The sister stamping on a wet poison in the healer of grief tumbles -- but children slumber longing for the foul meadow. The serpent of desolation far beyond the King menaces , though still the long-lost fools mourn... Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.