Already healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- Saints struggle bursting forth from their misunderstood oppressor once! Has their martyr bursting forth from a sensual brother destroyed those cold flames..? It denies, hopelessly. For what reason do I extinguish their dragon scratching at a hostile vampire? Why, why do I struggle towering above their razor stamping on a hellish storm, terrifyingly? The cold waterfall plots , my shaman weeps. From now on he is unmade! A saint is dreaming of their priestess falling beneath a formless figure. The hill of bitterness surrenders, piteously! Their sand of pain swarms , yet their misunderstood eyes endure. You mourn hopefully. The saint of joy far beyond the terrifying grass dies , and yet the long-lost knives flutter! Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.