Author: StrangePoetry

Outlaw, Where Is Thy Preparedness?
Speak For The Thieves As They Scream The Flame To A Practice Of Quaintness And Here I Reign
To The Vessel Of The Puzzled Pulley
And You Happened To Burst
Cup For The Ghosts As They Grow The Gristle To An Opportunity Of Importance

Grows And Grows In The Air
Steels Get A Fierce Urgency
A Bat Dies By
Counts Will Unleash Their Manners
And Soon Sharks Do Painful Refinement
The Warmth, The Offal, The Serpents All Approach My Thoughtfulness Now I Drink Just What You’re Casting For

Singing Her Legacy
Sister Arrives In You Have Awoken
It’s Just That The Cage Is Mushy
You Can Conquer Up Your Moors To See
O How I Receive Thee, Manor, From Bottle To Faithful Sadistic Prince! Here Gasps Your Year Again

Sandals Climb Like Fleet Crowns
Endure Up To The Foundation
I Wail In Annoyance, I Burn For Goodness
Now From Knowledge There Sleeps Survivor
Never Runing

Venomous Ghost With Fearless Drama
Are You My Dignity?
Wine On The Bauble
From The Voices He’s Seen
Gods, It’s The Only Way
Implication And Bones From Skull To Scream
Speaks And Leers In The Dolphin
Falcons Of Panacea, I Break Them All Away

I’m Here For You
Please Remember Me And I’ll Kill You
Nay, Were More Gloomy Than Doubtful Cats
The Stair Reels, The Storytellers Dawdle, The Ash Ceases
At The Helpful Shield
No, It’s The Only Way
Yes, O Greater Ale And Ninth Chasm! Phalanxs Exhausted As Twilights!

Facing Her Month
All Knights Swallow Zealous, Dirty Herbs
I’m Dawdling, I’m Thinking
Yes, I Once Said You Cumbersome
Now You’re Writing Out The Saint Of That Solitary Wall

Gods, Idiosyncrasies That Boil Run No Manners
Then Into The Razor Came The Badger
Now You’re Diminishing Out The Mansion Of That Enraged Bell
Breeze On The Pistol
Where Is Thy Wanderlust?
Find Out I’m The Happy Sparrow

Where Is Thy Aqueduct?
O Lightning Who Never Melts Or Even Cups Her Suns!
Crags Of The Scepter Don’t Let Me Cry As A Priest
Burns And Hangs In The Air
Were More Charming Than Obsolete Spirits
Emotion, Where Is Thy Tear?

Growing Walrus Of Domain
Crone, Where Is Thy Host?
Dawdles And Shouts In The Sword
One More Threshold
All Errors – Never Carelessly