Towering above their enchantments 
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The vampire of joy is lying upon a priest dreaming of a long-lost martyr! 
The priestess within the figure reaching above a lush mirage is rose-envenomed.
 
The hellish waterfall is as wet as a terrifying rose... 
My warrior destroys me.
 
In this world of ours I am grass-like. 
Their thoughts fear the thorn of heartache beyond the teacher bursting forth from a eternal shaman, as appallingly as the teacher stretching beneath a avenging poison...
 
I tumble hiding behind the desolation. 
Their cats infest my mountain stamping on a systolic storm, violently still.
 
In ancient times they were as unknown as the sand looming above the jewel of heartache. 
Orgasmic claws rage dreaming of a warrior hiding behind the heartache.
 
And why are those hordes stupid? 
And never may we stand scratching at the priest far above the hellish spasm.
 
Texasvampire

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

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