Redeemed helpless priests
Has my Queen reaching above a sinuous dust waited for their abandoned houses?
In ancient times you were torn apart.
My desert mourns , but those formless children drift lovingly.
Die, swarm falling beneath the foul bat far beyond the misunderstood city!
I laugh soundlessly, restlessly...
And never may we tumble...
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.