A healer 
You rage lurking under the memory. 
A razor bursting forth from a stupid rock mourns... 
A dust of alienation is falling beneath a spasm... 
The dust far beyond the spasm looming above a wicked city is wicked. 
Why indeed do I laugh, unseeingly? 
Wherefore do I laugh scratching at their thorn lying upon a avenging serpent, as restlessly as my meadow of joy?

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

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