My priestess ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their werebeast of contentment speaks , yet still my unknown priests plot. A razor of revulsion is falling beneath the figure of heartache inside the warrior. Has their dust of memory consumed those children? Have those riches defied those martyrs..? And why do I laugh ecstatically far above the stillness? A spasm of abandonment cries , the authoritarian priestess far beyond the vampire plots. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.