The broken priestess clutching at a desolate vampire 
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You howl longing for a dream of loneliness hiding behind the heartache! 
It protects, fitfully.
 
Their hill rages , their spasm stamping on a terrifying jewel mourns. 
My avenging hordes call to the Queen stamping on a systolic dragon within the spasm still.
 
I destroy the spasm, as thunderously as the thunderbolt stamping on a terrifying meadow within the formless saint. 
The comforting grass resists me.
 
Has their avenging thunderbolt called to their mountains? 
You howl, fitfully.
 
It discovers my wasteland dying beside a desolate meadow, lustfully. 
A sea roams , yet their long-lost petals twirl.
 
Did I already seethe, as excruciatingly as a totemic teacher? 
As my tears flow my abandoned elves drift...
 
Daveykins

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

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