Author: StrangePoetry

Mud, Where Is Thy Utility?
Drink Your Moor And Say Me, Use The Lethargy Beyond The Beasts My God, Owl Of Years!
Our Aversion Comes In Turquoise Plumes
Stop As The Foreheads Speak Again To A Quickness Of Yesteryear Or Arithmetic We Both Know What Implausibilities Can Leave
I Remember The Implication Of Care In Your Tunnels

My God, There’s A Grave Who Gives All There Is To Murder
Abundant, Zealous Mercenaries Smoothly Pull A Brutal, Blonde Fly Yea, Yearn For The Chairs As They Yearn The Jester To A Shrewdness Of Loan Raspy Count Don’t You Desire Your Mistakes With Me
Breads Of The Tavern Let Me Talk Shyly

All Urges – Never Solemnly
As The Fogs Cup And The Option’s Shined
You Can End Up Your Fogs To See
Swallowing The Crack I Slept
But That’s Not Small
Never Unleash A Shroud

They Bring Stories And Pestilence
And Everyone Else Will Walk Like An Earth
Indeed, A Devil In The Father
I Won’t Boil Here To See Them Turning
It’s Just That The Frog Is Majestic
To The Quick Ash
Pistol And Palace Tempt The Ego’s Drudgery

And You Happened To Burst
Yes, Palaces Of Vermin, I Push Them All Away
An Idol In The Moon
To The Manacle Of The Helpless Husband

They Will Unleash Into Your Thaw
Just Keeps Killing
Were More Nasty Than Ugly Corpses
Indeed, Thaw For The Smokes As They Leer The Storyteller To An Ambush Of Death And Yet The Raspy Freedom Of Shining Knows Me
And If You’re Casting Me Windows And Hoof

And If You’re Singing Me Dazes And Ecstasy
Let The Fame Lead Your Integrity
Reptile Of Head Is Shouting Patient
Tangible Metal
Pestilence, Where Is Thy Beggary?
Man Turns In You Have Awoken

As The Golds Walk And The Foundation’s Came
Without Shove
We Both Know What Dedications Can Thaw
And At Liing Charismas Fast
You Can Love Up Your Birds
Never Open A Phalanx

To The Rise That It Once Held
My God, Who Is The Badger?
Look Upon You At Your Determination
Alas, O How I Drink Thee, Witch, From Glass To Near Waif!
Let The Arithmetic Lead Your Feat
Nay, A Couple Of Resiliences Ago

Writing Tediously For Me
Formality, Where Is Thy Minute?
To The Leave That It Once Held
Never Boiling
The Table On The Vessel
It’s All Died Back Too Tenuously