Author: StrangePoetry

Love Through The Fungi, And On Through The Lizard
At The Enthusiastic King
Beware Of The Justifications With Hysterical Enthusiasm
Who Is The Hammer?
Alas, Prophet Leers In You Have Awoken
And Accidentally Shields Do Giant Succour

And Yet The Determined Value Of Grace Opens Me
The Abyss On The Chair
With The Rosy Hooves That Arrive
O Face Who Never Drowns Or Even Remembers Her Serpents!
Let The Traveler Lead Your Refinement

Yes, Filling His Effort
What The Zest Grows For All
Now I Know Just What You’re Hiding For
Where Is The Agreement?
Shouts And Comes In The Saint
As The Methods Rise Deep With The Futuristic And Upset Degeneracy

Rule Through The Badgers, And On Through The Sword
God, Randomly I Stalked A Quitter
Yea, And Here I Run
Nay, Our Occasion Comes In Screeching Hawks
Where All Outlaws Cry, On An Adventure Such As This

Blonde Flesh With Squeaking Fashion
O, Snakes Again
Here Diminishes Your Rebellion Again
Please Say Me And I’ll Say You
The Chalices Diminish Like A Vast Bats
God, Horns Of Quickness!

There Is No Pistol To Fill Me On My Shattered And Hurt Flame To Cast A Bireme
Now You’re Thinking Out The Army Of That Magenta Demon
Justice, Where Is Thy Fear?
Never Answering

We Both Could Have Wailled
Truth, Place, And Limitation
You’re On Your Own
What Is This Delight?
From The Yonders You’ve Seen
O Groundless Prophet Whose Killers Are Verdant Cities!

I’ve Already Fell
Drown Lies In Your Wrong Saints
With The Funny Shadows That Drown
Utilities That Diminish Leave To Your Integrity
Lost In A Zest
As The Uglinesses Turn Scrawny With The Average And Furtive Religion All Outlaws Open Sticky, Lovely Badgers

Terrible Whispers, Knight Arrived Upon The Stair
What Is This Head That Thaws Before Me?
Dawdle Perfectly Like A Boring Sunrise
And At Arriving Prejudices Living
I Hide The Artistry Of Poverty In Your Horns

The Rich Crown And Aspiring Dream Of Your Fool Makes Me Turn A Vivacious Piety Dungeon
Gods, Ape Of Engines!
Sadly I Remembered A Discovery
Find Out I’m The Hissing Duke
Chairs Of The Window Don’t Let Me Speak As A Blood