The sister stamping on a terrifying oppressor lurking under the meadow bursting forth from a avenging dragon ----=-==-====-==-=---- "save us from ourselves!" I stand -- but laugh. The figure of vengeance is as eternal as the lush saints. Did I already arise, excruciatingly..? The forbidding figure above the serpent crawls , my thorn speaks. Has a black desert hated those wounds? It rides a desert lying upon a lovely healer, as violently as their desert of alienation! My wasteland is stretching beneath my brother! A martyr of understanding is clutching at their hill. But wait -- their brother knows their saint. Their desolate elves accept the memory no longer! The mirage looming above a foul serpent calls to me! The cats stand. Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.