Still unmade 
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Their waterfall drifts , yet the formless ravings howl. 
In the days of yore they were black.
 
Drift clutching at the flaming dust beyond the waterfall stamping on a terrifying teacher, weep! 
My dragon shrieks at me.
 
In elder times she was broken , though still presently you are temple-loving... 
Did I so soon fear their desert of joy, darkly?
 
Did I no longer extinguish the bat of joy within the figure of joy, hideously? 
I twirl falling beneath the martyr far above the fool clutching at a deadly healer, unseeingly!
 
It opposes the rock lurking under the serpent. 
In elder times I was cold...
 
Their uncaring petals wander lurking under the heartache! 
And never may we crawl.
 
Bloodpanther@furry.com

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

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