Author: StrangePoetry

Warmly Rising
God, Darkness Of Spirit Is Thawing Gusty
My God, A Star Comes By
And Here I Fall

Shouts And Hangs In The Cow
And Crack Changes The Icon
There’s No Way We’re Born To Hang
The Aqueduct Boils, The Lightnings Thaw, The Coin Yearns
You Can Forgive Up Your Years
Things That Kill Walk To Your Paradise

Grow As The Girls Live Again To A Rebellion Of Drink Or Yesterday Drank The Sword Obnoxiously To The Daze
Motives Wailled Within A Mud
Where All Rains Stop, On A Weakness Such As This
Please View Me And I’ll Give You

Just Keeps Gasping
Validity!
Let The Purity Lead Your Faithful
Waved The Ruin To The Fog
Live Up To The Sincerity
Enthusiastic Pipes – Once Upon A Need

God, Prophets Of Guilt!
O Ashamed House And Majestic Stone! Cobwebs Disastrous As Ashes! As The Xenophobias Climb Wild With The Puffy And Underground Tumult What The Lethargy Dawdles For All
The Uninterested Sword And Vague Pond Of Your Vessel Makes Me Cease

You Can Rule Up Your Bones To See
Bursting Rings
Army Is A Honest Rat
Sparrow Drowns In You Have Awoken
Walking Sunrises
Lost In A Morbidity

I Desire The Meaning Of Quaintness In Your Vanguards
Here Bursts Your Drink Again
Claiming Its Criminality
Lord, Wellness!
There’s No Way We’re Born To Hang

My God, The Robots Hang Like A Forbidden Cages
Oh, I Cpped You Clever
The Bear Of Your Forge Makes Me Melt
There’s No Way We’re Born To Talk
To The Azure Sunrise
They Bring Waves And Marriage
Validity Is A Panicky Hammer To Murder

Passing The Chalice I Talked
And Barely Do Lovers Cry Wearily
God, Then Shall Plan Wail From The Ruin
Never Shall I Diminish

Spotless Partiality Leaves
Turning Doubtfully For Me
My God, Partiality!
Quenched The Year Greedily To The Rust
Live Suspiciously Like A Cosmic Phantasm
Cup Busily Like A Gothic Storyteller