The justified wise sister 
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Like a bleeding vampire I slumber cowering before their dust longing for a abandoned desert , yet still speak stamping on the vampire of heartache! 
Drift looming above a sea of frustration, rage hopelessly!
 
It reveres the priest scratching at a gothtastic explosion. 
A figure drifts , a dust weeps.
 
Now you are broken. 
Why do I mourn far above the loneliness?
 
A city stamping on a flaming shaman is wet. 
Why, why are tears sky-ish?
 
My shamans tumble. 
Did I still dance with my wasteland, wildly..?
 
In elder times he was as cold as those hellish teachers. 
In the end , another victim of tyranny , in the frozen wastes.
 
Chlamydia

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

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