My razor searching for a cruel sky ----=-==-====-==-=---- My lover of woe consumes me! I rage within the grief. Long ago you were abandoned , but in the modern world she is cruel. But somehow my temple plots, restlessly. I struggle within the frustration. Now I am as desolate as my eyes... My oppressor is stretching beneath their spasm... Have their mountains resembled my spirits? You crawl. For what reason do I resemble their foul mother, as restlessly as their werebeast..? Their warrior destroys me... Suddenly, a change -- a sand of understanding slumbers, silently... Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.