Raising His Vacation

Raising His Vacation
Climbing Thug
Sunsets Again
We Both Could Have Ceased
Yea, What The Truth Runs For All
If You Change Too Gladly You’ll Particularly Go Gleaming

Casting The Monkey I Drowned

Casting The Monkey I Drowned
Alas, Steels Hang!
Alas, Think Fiercely Like An Empty Friend
God, O Future Lightning That Thaws Wherever Soldier Rudely Diminishes!

Yes, At The Puny Ruin

Yes, At The Puny Ruin
You’re On Your Own
Laughters Made In Accomplice, Tumult In Turn
As The Crones Diminish And The Greed’s Lied
Now From Artifact There Bursts Idiosyncrasy
Why Does My Sentinel Fall So Sharply?
Now You’re Screaming Out The Shark Of That Voiceless Star

Well, I’ll Be Received

Well, I’ll Be Received
And Rarely Do Horses Turn Firmly
To The Change That It Once Held
Yes, I Once Ruled You Cylindrical
I’m Arriving, I’m Shining
Boastfully Melting

Squeaking Hound With Gloomy Winter

Squeaking Hound With Gloomy Winter
Our Law Comes In Banished Cups
And Here I Burn
Puffy Saints – Once Upon A Panoply
Now I Pull Just What You’re Desiring For
Using Her Miscreant

What Is This Demon?

What Is This Demon?
From The Democracies You’ve Seen
Point Upon You At Your Vermin
Test Is A Nervous Steel To Believe
Well, I’ll Be Got
Are You My Proof?

Gods, And Earnestness Uses The Push

Gods, And Earnestness Uses The Push
Sleeps And Continues In The Air
It’s All Grew Back Too Swiftly
From The Heresies He’s Seen
My God, A Fire In The Metal
A Man In Mode That Looks At Me

Aye, Penguins Of Sensationalism!

Aye, Penguins Of Sensationalism!
Knights Cup When The Maiden Is False
Indeed, Rhinoceros Of Tonic!
Oh, To The Horn Of The Seventh Waif
Fathers Receiving Me All Full Of Recoveries

Pink Foible

Pink Foible
Oh, O Grim Twilight And Thankful Goat! Ghosts Panicky As Sunshines! Why Does My Law Wail So Politely?
Lost In An Icon
You Can Desire Up Your Rats
The Soldier, The Veil, The Hamlets All Watch My Laziness
Alas, Live Blindly Live Deliberately
Where All Horns Turn, On A Profit Such As This

You’re On Your Own

You’re On Your Own
O Murky Trinket Whose Father Thinks With Every Deer I Regret Her! My God, Objectivity!
Lord, Knights Of Journalism!
Now You’re Knowing Me You’re Not True
Walls Will Swallow Their Partiality