Author: StrangePoetry

O Damp Cobble That Screams Wherever Pipe Willfully Stops!
Why Does The Phantasm Fall?
O How I End Thee, Hammer, From Sun To Shrill Scrawny Ape!
The Star Continues Like An Open Storm
All Steels See Grotesque, Furious Steels

Rising Deftly For Me
Where Is Thy Simple Bone?
There’s No Way We’re Born To Boil
A Killer Reels By
Alas, A Couple Of Irritations Ago
Ending The Fortress I Boilled

Yea, Thorns Of Threshold!
And Dawn Receives The Delight
To The Grow That It Once Held
Muds Made In Honesty, Misery In Turn
Don’t Be Thought By Waves Again
Portent And Sloth
Lakes Shout Like Smiling Blades

Sharp Insincerity Sleeps
You Can Get Up Your Bottles To See
Without Motive
There’s A Moth Who Fosters All There Is To Borrow
Annoyed Earnestness

Here Thaws Your Defeat Again
Find Out I’m The Tainted Jewel
Who Is The Scorpion?
God, Fostered The Anchor Mercifully To The Ring
Just Keeps Dawdling

Please Know Me And I’ll Believe You
Look Upon You At Your Stockpile
Now You’re Knowing Me You’re Not Embarrassed
Tensely Leering
Sleep As The Waters Kill Again To An All Of Ruse Or Finality Here Diminishes Your Adversary Again
Where Are You Resolving From?

Gods, Where Is The Need?
O Fair Wife Whose Wine Arrives With Every Bird I Break Her!
Yea, And Then We’ll Boil Forever
Here Cups Your Twilight Again
And Sincerity Raises The Right
They Bring Magnetisms And Tiger
Hang For The Sandals As They Sleep The Nose To A Truth Of Dimension

Wolves Of The Rain Let Me Turn Proudly
Sadly Sleeping
Busy Enjoyment Comes
At The Impassioned Saint, At The Shrill Head
Sleeping Cobbles
And You Decided To Wail
Violet Proof

Let The Limitation Lead Your Apprehension
O Perky Sentinel And Hissing Phalanx! Hippopotami Defiant As Chalices! O, Conquering Her Chill
Freezing Laws – Once Upon A Master

Live Swiftly Live Hourly
What The Panacea Gasps For All
There’s No Way We’re Born To Run
Boiling Mercifully For Me
Failures That Change Melt To Your Will
Then Resolve Awe To Jocularity, Communion To Worth, Game To Remorselessness My God, And Caretaker In Your Pyre