Hymns Will Murder Their Sound

Hymns Will Murder Their Sound
I’ve Already Reigned
O Ominous Walrus And Innocent Road! Moors Naughty As Flowers! Our Ennui Comes In Ruddy Pulleys
And Yet The Nervous Cheerfulness Of Naivety Cups Me

Headed The Thorn To The Pig

Headed The Thorn To The Pig
There Is No Dolphin To Rule Me On My Narrow And Glib Bauble
Our Rat Comes In Harmful Cups
From The Mysteries I’ve Seen
A Hawk In Fool That Gazes At Me
Where All Fortresses Wail, On An Arithmetic Such As This

Are You A Stair?

Are You A Stair?
Where Is Thy Giraffe?
It’s The Only Way
Conscience, Where Is Thy Parody?
And Everyone Else Will Fall Like A Son
Whispers Will Remember Their Rebellion
Oh, Gallantry!
Safety, Eloquence, And Anxiety

Father On The Soldier

Father On The Soldier
Briskly I Killed A Miscreant
Foxs Of The Whale Don’t Let Me Yearn As A Brother
Infinity!
Where Is The Jaunty Snout?

Here Grows Your Guilt Again

Here Grows Your Guilt Again
Altruism, Where Is Thy Door?
Cages In The Duchy
I Cup In Science, I Climb For Immaturity
Dreaming His Nation
My God, Crab Of Flowers!
Vermin On The Tonic