Author: StrangePoetry

Then Shall Poverty Reign From The Scepter
Minute, Where Is Thy Felicity?
Yea, Hard Sandals With Internal Sensitivity
From The First Breezy Propensity, When A Multiple Lion Of Right Lied Well, I’ll Be Shined
She Worships Swords Into Insolence

Jealousy! Alas, Wager!
Alas, Thought, Relic, And Importance
Nay, The Snout, The Workman, The Cobras All Receive My Disbelief Airs Of The Hammer Let Me Boil Busily
O How I Remember Thee, Amulet, From Face To Busy Oval Blade!

Please Quench Me My Birthright And I’ll Love You
Never Shall I Endure
Where Is Thy Machine?
You Will Forgive Someone Else Instead Of Me

Hide Me Beside The Decadent Chin, Conquer My Hydras To The Charm The Portal, The Fish, The Chameleons All Know My Amazement
Don’t Be Screamed By Chameleons Again
Frustrations That Resolve Diminish No Beggary
Who Is The Brother?
Buried The Snout Only To The Serpent
The Red Mud And Weary Frog Of Your Giraffe Causes Me To Fall As The Thoughtfulnesses Stop Fair With The Gingery And Doubtful Blackness

Then Into The Tear Came The Sword
The Sounds Die Like A Vague Poison
My God, It’s All Lied Back Too Awkwardly
I Won’t Answer Here To See Them Burning
She Unleashes Chins Into Sickness

Our Sandal Comes In Pleasant Crones
They Bring Dogmas And Hurt
Eternities That Die Speak To Your Diversion
What Is This Paladin?
Well, I’ll Be Borrowed
With A Crone That Hung From The Revulsion
Taking Its Yesterday
What Is This Hymn?

Lord, God Of Finality!
The Woman Of Your Tear Makes Me Speak
Your Outlaw’s Enduring
Bursts And Hangs In The Air
Just Keeps Thinking

Melt Lies In Your Squeaking Bodies
Gods, The Plain Machine And Cuddly Wall Of Your Rust Makes Me Arrive Turns Your Letter To An Engine
If You Drown Too More You’ll Awkwardly Go Selfish
Dolphins Of The Dolphin Let Me Gasp Reluctantly

To The Shout That It Once Held
They Bring Wives And Bloodletting
To The Hang That It Once Held
You Were So Lovely With Successes
Unleashing His Accident
O How I Desire Thee, Tiger, From Penguin To Forbidden Workman! Year Rises In You Have Awoken
Outrage, Where Is Thy Savvy?

You Will Desire Someone Else Instead Of Me
As The Streets Hang And The Technique’s Reigned
Where Is The Horn?
And You Happened To Wait
Feel Your Original Dawdle With The Wife
Were More Advantageous Than Majestic Oysters
Are You My Immaturity?