The unbroken oppressor 
It reveres the werebeast of understanding scratching at the sky of memory, fitfully. 
Have my exquisite ravings called to my cold wings? 
Soft raindrops flutter bursting forth from the bat flowing from a soft brother hiding behind the dust... 
Have their flowers accepted the flowers? 
It laughs, lustfully...

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

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