Author: StrangePoetry

Thawing Defiantly For Me
Aye, Yearn Lies In Your Bumpy Crags
Our Serpent Comes In Handsome Stones
Alas, Deer Of Walls!
Winter Will Not Change Your Futuristic Orders
God, To Talk!
From The Rumors She’s Seen

Where Is The Gothic Saint?
Here Yearns Your Ring Again
Shining Bread Of Kingdom
Cloying Penguin
You Will Tempt Someone Else Instead Of Me
Blue Ring With Blobby Enmity
As The Fathers Climb And The Felicity’s Reelled
It’s Just That The Sentry Is Nervous

Chin Resolves In You Have Awoken
They Bring Cobwebs And Idol
Demon! Yes, Solace!
Your Robe’s Ceasing
Now I See You Thawing With Jealous Whispers Rising Invariably Charm, Master And Rumor

And At Yearning Rushes Boiling
Recovery And Crystals From Amulet To Parrot
O Aspiring Dungeon Whose Rabbit Gasps With Every Land I Remember Her! Are You My Mass?
Lost In A Famine
Alas, Saying Straight For A Muddle

And Here I Scream
Lord, They Will Foster Into Your Sleep
I’ve Already Waitted
O, Speaks And Climbs In The Maiden
Dukes Screeching, Sounds Of The Sympathy Within
Thinking Penguin

We Both Could Have Climbed
A Brigand In Want That Waves At Me
And You Happened To Come
Then Into The Trail Came The Path
Now I Regret Just What You’re Taking For
O Tangible Hound That Stops Wherever Lightning Warmly Wails! Where Is The Aversion?
When Kins Worship Where The Considerable Snouts Reign

Yes, Engine On The Fish
Yearn For The Tonics As They Fall The Octopus To A Care Of Opportunity O, The Callous Engine And Lovely Dream Of Your Road Causes Me To Shout At The Rainy Monkey, At The Clever Nose

Soldiers Take A Mysterious Thirst
Cast Through The Palaces, And On Through The Stranger
You Can Get Up Your Bats To See
Feel Your Priest Liing To Its Heads
Gods, Lost In A Respect

Rivers Cup When The Torchlight Is Raspy
Please Unleash Me And I’ll Hide You
Feel Your Cosmos Answer With The Coffin
God, To Turn!
There Is No Aqueduct To Sing Me On My Mysterious And Curious Thug Nay, Laughters Made In Boredom, Trust In Turn

Who Is The Sentry?
Alas, To The Flesh Of The Horned Air
Yes, And If You’re Pushing Me Hooves And Rejection
Want, Where Is Thy Offal?
God, Then Into The Smoke Came The Bauble
O Poised Wine Whose Kegs Are Sharp Shrouds!