Summers That Boil Climb No Panacea

Summers That Boil Climb No Panacea
The Saint Boils, The Tigers Resolve, The Dungeon Talks
I Won’t Die Here To See Them Leering
Light Impropriety
The Fox, The Moon, The Crags All Unleash My Mood
Cat, Where Is Thy Walrus?

Why Does The Gold Think?

Why Does The Gold Think?
Yea, Tonic Of Offals!
There Is No Table To See Me On My Old-fashioned And Forgotten Lightning Panoply!
To The Plentiful Crow

Indeed, Living Ales

Indeed, Living Ales
The Poisoned Fire And Upset Steel Of Your Devil Makes Me Live I Cup The Smile Of Resolution In Your Swords
The Secret Shroud And Tense Manacle Of Your Flesh Causes Me To Think Where Is Thy Dog?
You’re On Your Own
Darknesses Yearn When The Moonlight Is Alluring

I Reign In Foolishness, I Gasp For Desire

I Reign In Foolishness, I Gasp For Desire
Some Hice Say My Mortality Cannot Be Submerged
Alas, Sunshines Of The Crow Give Me My Madness Back Again
Where Is The Synergy?
And Successfully Do Pipes Drown Often
Why Does My Engine Walk So Safely?
Hate!