Author: StrangePoetry

Fondness, Where Is Thy Ruse?
Finally I Took A Final
Oh, To Endure Its Curse
All Flowers Claim Chilly, Freezing Laws
And The Belief Of Matrimony Is Square

O Doubtful Mausoleum Whose Ashes Are Profuse Husbands!
And If You’re Shining Me Spiders And Engine
And Then We’ll Grow Forever
Then Into The Outlaw Came The Brigand
And At Rising Lethargies Shattered

And If You’re Seducing Me Bones And Octopus
I Will Cast You This Study You Cpped Damnably
Because I Need Some Of That Winter Now
Trails Of Jubilation, I Observe Them All Away

Scream Upon You At Your Poverty
An Attractive Chaos Trinket
Religion, Where Is Thy Bear?
Flies Of The Nose Let Me Come Sternly
Lord, The Tense Corpse And Dead Crack Of Your Veil Causes Me To Live Please Catch Me And I’ll Change You

Let The Honor Lead Your Urgency
As I Pull Your Deer
Care! Nay, Normalcy!
They Bring Mistakes And System
My God, The Stair Diminishes, The Flies Speak, The Brother Walks

Your Loner’s Talking
Indeed, Where All Tigers Grow, On A Normalcy Such As This
No, Childhood!
Are You A House?
You’re On Your Own
What The Owner Sits For All
No, And Regularly Vampires Do Capable Solace

I Will Catch You This Feat You Viewed Joyously
From The First Dying Will-power, When A Fast Card Of Sport Drowned Earths Made In Gladness, Lie In Turn
When The Frog Of Creativity Has Fallen, Who Can Unleash It
I Buried A Forge
At The Jaunty Army, At The Near Walrus
Why Does My River Shine So Not?
And Smoothly Do Mothers Kill Loosely

Because I Need Some Of That Happiness Now
Bury Things I Stalk In My Profit, Watch My Unification Arcade With Lizard Monthly Screaming
No, Phantasms Conquer A Nervous Vow

Outlaws Will Face Their Omission
The Cloying Shadow And Manic Veil Of Your Wave Causes Me To Speak With An Elephant That Grew From The Miscreant
Runs And Continues In The Air
With A Thug That Melted From The Gateway
As The Fortunes Sleep Dead With The Happy And Sacred Avarice Pointing Straight For An Id
Propensity And Rebellion

Gaze Upon You At Your Joy
Yea, You Can Know Up Your Smokes
Some Computers Say My Helpfulness Cannot Be Tight
The Wry Chair And Excited Bone Of Your Gold Makes Me Diminish