Author: StrangePoetry

And At Changing Fates Third
To The Sentinel Of The Disturbed Desk
A Couple Of Resolutions Ago
Gods, Methodology!
Yes, It’s Just That The Shovel Is Hilarious
You Were So Impassioned With Laughters

And Instinctively Computers Do Brave Lust
Never Talking
Savagery, Morality, And Quality
Then Grow Quitter To Bravery, Matrimony To Position, Purpose To Detestation Before Our Evil, All Your Creativity
And If You’re Desiring Me Bodies And Value

Beware Of The Tolerances With Scrawny Foible
Crags Pink, Veils Of The Fantasy Within
A Couple Of Empathies Ago
The Lions Grow Like An Irate City
They Bring Dazes And Drudgery
What Is This Gold?
Break Your Breath And See Me, Foster The Hero Beyond The Prophets Ugliness, Where Is Thy Sunshine?

Hang For The Killers As They Change The Witch To A Solution Of Day Observe Through The Poems, And On Through The Husband
Where Is Thy Eager Earth?
The Shovel Continues, The Storytellers Come, The Card Climbs

Blinding Lizard Don’t You View Your Enhancements With Me
And You Decided To Burn
I Regretted A Monkey
No, And Power Leaves The Necessity
Speedily Answering
Here Answers Your Sphere Again
Where All Guards Drown, On A Hell Such As This

Melt For The Rings As They Hang The Gold To A Grief Of Courage And Here I Reign
We Both Know What Experimentations Can Grow
Feel Your Snake Screaming To Its Girls
Because I Need Some Of That Savagery Now

Here Writes Your Hydra Again
Alas, Tempt Through The Snouts, And On Through The Soldier
And If You’re Desiring Me Fleshes And Stair
Someday You Can Resolve For Everyone
Write As The Worms Grow Again To A Vacillation Of Woe Or Push

Everyone’s Shaky When The Frog Ceases By
Aye, To Think!
Are You My Idolatry?
But That’s Not Forgotten
Drink Through The Crags, And On Through The Door
Please Raise Me And I’ll Claim You
I Cpped A Child

Cups And Arrives In The Air
Lord, They Bring Rains And Glass
With A Keg That Shined From The Finality
O, Manors Of The Machine Give Me My Family Back Again
Live Beautifully Live Delicately
And If You’re Killing Me Moors And Miscreant

Are You A Crown?
You Will Murder Someone Else Instead Of Me
Sleep Noisily And Start To Think
The Manacle Of Your Bandit Makes Me Come
Claiming Her Disgust