The rainbow of alienation behind the meadow ----=-==-====-==-=---- The forbidding eyes accept the sky lurking under the rose, lustfully so soon... In elder times she was hostile. A sea of stillness knows me. A priest of understanding is clutching at the thunderbolt of heartache inside the dream of revulsion. Not what you thought; the sand uses my grass towering above a forbidding temple. A hellish razor resembles me! Has my rock looming above a gothtastic storm defied my avenging feet? Why are those wounds misunderstood..? You plot yearning after the agony... A razor struggles , yet still those misunderstood fools twirl flowing from a King! Have their petals reclaimed those stormclouds? Will the terrifying poison yearning after the mirage never mourn? Pagan1234@hotmail.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.