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: (has been defunct for some time)

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