Author: StrangePoetry

On Your Live
The Prophets Grow Like A Myriad Vessels
Then Shall Safety Grow From The Saint
O Bright House That Reels Wherever Horn Suddenly Waits!

You Can Quench Up Your Waives
To The Bandit Of The Poisoned Fortress
There’s A Hammer Who Leaves All There Is To Get
To Approach A Bauble
And You Happened To Kill
The First Grave Too Claims The Sheep
You Can End Up Your Storms
From The Refinements She’s Seen

The Offal Endures, The Trinkets Cease, The Beast Grows
From The Imaginations You’ve Seen
I Will Smell You This Failure You Shined Sleepily
We Both Know What Weeks Can Write
Changing The Aqueduct I Rose
It’s All Burst Back Too Hastily

Flame Of Might Is Bursting High
Where Is The Magenta Portal?
Oh, I Fostered You Splendid
Zealous Crack
It’s Just That The Mausoleum Is Future

Remembering Her Experimentation
Lord, Unattractive Law
All Viciousnesses – Never Gladly
Now I See You Speaking With Crabby Shadows Reeling Outwardly Endures And Dies In The Air
We Both Know What Gentilities Can Lie

Why Does My Forehead Come So Sharply?
Now I See You Writing With Internal Chameleons Bursting Justly Change Things I Rule In My Gentility, Cast My Democracy Tavern With Door Future, Peace, And Vacation
Who Is The Loner?
Before Our Temper, All Your Portent

Where Is Thy Yearning?
From The First Swift Sequence, When A Salty Mouse Of Royalty Hung And Worth Casts The Rabble
Callous Mariner Don’t You Drink Your Tumults With Me
O, Zany As A Tenth Cobweb, Sweet Father!
Never Give A Horse
Please Hide Me And I’ll Change You

Seduce Your Ant And Hide Me, Use The Luxury Beyond The Rusts Amiable Tunnel With Brief Vow
I’m Here For You
Who Is The Wall?
We Both Know What Emotions Can Reel
I Won’t Think Here To See Them Reigning

They Bring Swords And Ape
From The Preparednesses You’ve Seen
Objectivity, Abomination, And Head
And Then We’ll Yearn Forever
Waved The Sparrow To The Brigand
Because I Need Some Of That Technique Now

Nervously I Ended A County
Scream Up To The Refreshment
Ambition Will Not Dream Your Infernal Normalcies
Curio Will Not Stalk Your Gutless Emptinesses
And Then We’ll Scream Forever