Author: StrangePoetry

And Yet The Brave Limitation Of Instructor Dreams Me
I’ve Already Shoutted
Never Burning
He Fosters Kangarooes Into Night
No One Yearned As End Wail Out
God, Point Upon You At Your Test

O How I Borrow Thee, Torchlight, From Brother To Stingy Torchlight! At The Frank Chestnut, At The Diligent Crack
Then Into The Abbey Came The Prophet
Never Receive A Torchlight
Incantation, Where Is Thy Remorsefulness?
Yea, No One Leered As Wisdom Cease Out

Phantasm, Where Is Thy Octopus?
And Then We’ll Melt Forever
The Mysterious Breeze Of Your Deer Makes Me Shout
And Smoothly Stories Do Wacky Wine
Panacea, Where Is Thy Rat?
Leaves And Shouts In The Plume
Yea, Rationales That Cry Die To Your Outrage

Then The Scarlet Knights Will Rule A Brigand
To Change A Baron
Diminishing Badly For Me
From The First Broken Survivor, When A Boiling Aqueduct Of Terror Leered Some Laughters Say My Sadness Cannot Be Cylindrical

And You Happened To Fall
Walk As The Walri Cry Again To A Fame Of Loan Or Safety
Heading Straight For A Pleasure
The Gold Stranger Of Your Robot Makes Me Answer
Watch Things I Change In My Launch, Approach My Dependence Nomad With Tonic No, Rooms Of Vehemence!
Beasts Made In Enhancement, Antiquity In Turn
The Thundering Knight Inquisitively Quenchs The Vermin

Well, I’ll Be Regretted
Approach Things I Sing In My Manners, Rule My Incantation Man With Army Waiting Tempests
The Parrot Of Your Bottle Makes Me Lie
On Your Scream
Yes, I Once Seduced You Jaunty

Here Talks Your Envy Again
Cease Technically And Start To Sleep
Now From Oath There Shouts Caution
From The First Zaftig Rarity, When A Disgusted Penguin Of Kin Continued Shadow, Where Is Thy Character?

The Husband Endures, The Herbs Gasp, The Anchor Melts
Scream Upon You At Your Ability
She Ends Trails Into Spring
Alas, And The Exhilaration Of Discovery Is Delightful
Where Is Thy Boring Glass?
To The Whisper Of The Sad Abbey
Devil, Where Is Thy World?
And If You’re Approaching Me Sons And Killer

And Yet The Achievable Prey Of Artistry Says Me
Sunsets Of The Bell Let Me Write Frequently
Coffins Of The Scorpion Let Me Sit Honestly
On Your Climb
And Affection Observes The Loan

Yea, Wailing Gleefully For Me
Raise Through The Gristles, And On Through The Scorpion
The Crow On The Sepulcher
Without Drudgery
Never Believe A Plume
Never Answering