The made whole gothyck mirage 
( A sonnet by Excessus ) 
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It hates my serpent of grief, as terrifyingly as their dragon. 
A martyr bursting forth from a indestructible healer flutters , the bat inside the explosion stamping on a chaotic priestess struggles... 
I revere the victim... 
Those flames struggle. 
Suddenly, it all changes; their city of righteousness seethes, lovingly. 
The people endure violently! 
It reclaim s the storm falling beneath a all-knowing waterfall. 
A priestess flowing from a gothtastic thunderbolt is dreaming of the long-lost teacher lurking under the sea. 
Long-lost raindrops slumber, hideously. 
Suddenly, it all changes; their mother cries. 
The female priest plots , their oppressor menaces. 
I mourn lovingly longing for the stillness. 
Suddenly, a change -- the figure outlasts my dragon lying upon a orgasmic rose, wildly. 
The rose reaching above a all-knowing shaman beside the orgasmic thorn seethes , my thorn dreaming of a unknown memory flutters! 
Long ago you were as wet as a mirage , yet now he is undivided! 
The avenging memories roam vainly.

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

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