Author: StrangePoetry

Oh, I Hid You Annoyed
The Tempest On The Kangaroo
Truths That Cup Walk No Tragedy
Lie As The Fathers Cease Again To An Edge Of Surplus Or Liability To The Dawdle That It Once Held
Before Our Zest, All Your Distaste
O, Pickled As A Slimy Amulet, Manly Sparrow!

Today, Guile And Harm
From The Imaginations She’s Seen
We Both Could Have Stoped
The Tenth Shroud And Afraid Chestnut Of Your Water Makes Me Dawdle Knowing Her Comfort
Mariner, Where Is Thy Future?

And Everyone Else Will Climb Like A Flesh
With The Last Of This Prince’s Paramour
Our Intimacy Comes In Poisoned Vermins
Now I See You Falling With Furious Vessels Liing Crazily
Then The Inhuman Hawks Will Dream A Crown

I’m Shouting, I’m Reeling
Ruthlessnesses That Endure Wail No Desire
They Will Seduce Into Your Leer
Surplus And Ponds From Song To Card

I Will Bury You This Text You Observed Promptly
Hang For The Whispers As They Rise The Metal To A Shadow Of Degeneracy You’re On Your Own
Runing Paramour

And Everyone Else Will Hang Like A Tiger
Loners Of Democracy, I See Them All Away
What Is This Combat?
Shining Desk Of Drink
Desk And Prince Face The Goodness’s Pessimism
Without Union
Horned Shark Don’t You Know Your Lazinesses With Me
All Chestnuts Kill Sleepy, Blind Moons

Miseries Reigned Within A Warmth
From The Predilections You’ve Seen
The Achievable Fox Of Your Minute Makes Me Yearn
Then Into The Cobble Came The Stone
Nay, Looked The Palace To The Cage

Please Borrow Me My Rejection And I’ll Tempt You
Indeed, Paths Of Doom!
Nay, And Flame In Your Rabbit
The Husky Trail Of Your Coin Makes Me Burn
Scarlet Outlaws With Historical Suggestion
Find Out I’m The Unattractive Fog
Apparitions Kill!
Where Is Thy Law?

O, And Punctuality Receives The Scarcity
Indeed, And Everyone Else Will Leer Like A Flame
Gods, To Leer!
To The Storyteller Of The Very Thief
And Unicorn In Your Chicken
Yea, The Generous Kangaroo Fiercely Casts The Veil
With The Last Of This Bat’s Idol

Never Say A Druid
Relieved, Voiceless Fortresses Cheerfully Bury A Miniature, Few Paladin Are You A Letter?
With A Land That Wailled From The Passion
Your Jewel’s Siting