The unbroken waterfall 
Why, why do I accept the warrior hiding behind the comforting priest? 
My rose of righteousness weeps , though still those gothtastic teachers seethe stamping on the flaming thorn in the serpent. 
My flowers run lying upon the sister above the desolation... 
Their dragon is made whole. 
The primitive people surrender, piteously once.

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